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threeplusfireI have spent the past two hours listening to some of the most ridiculous music Eastern Europe puts on the radio in a desperate attempt to stay awake. Perhaps I should go back to not drinking at all. But I really can't figure out why I'm so sleepy. Maybe it's a reaction to the cold. So it's hour after hour of upbeat dance, bad house, semi-decent trance and enough goth techno staples to fill the truck of a car.
Mailed the larger portion of invitations. I have to dig up addresses for my aunts, mail my mother's, and find a couple other people I've lost. Somehow, it might all actually get done. A few more checks, a dress fitting and it's a little over a month away. My god. I never did think it would happen like this, or at all, but that's alright.
Last night we talked about the voice, and how one doesn't even have to be a truly great writer if you have a powerful character. Alex is like that. We had off the cuff stories last night, and I'm still chuckling over them this evening.
Right now I'm fucking around because I don't want to go work in Minnesota. I have to sit in the middle of my supervisor and my lead, along with a newbie. So there is no way for me to cure the eternal boredom. There's just something so deadly about this feeling, this urgent craving for Friday nights. I want a day job.
Matrix Revolutions in the morning. Despite a plethora of vitrolic reviews, I want to go anyway. Explosions, Agent Smith(s), eh?
Mailed the larger portion of invitations. I have to dig up addresses for my aunts, mail my mother's, and find a couple other people I've lost. Somehow, it might all actually get done. A few more checks, a dress fitting and it's a little over a month away. My god. I never did think it would happen like this, or at all, but that's alright.
Last night we talked about the voice, and how one doesn't even have to be a truly great writer if you have a powerful character. Alex is like that. We had off the cuff stories last night, and I'm still chuckling over them this evening.
Right now I'm fucking around because I don't want to go work in Minnesota. I have to sit in the middle of my supervisor and my lead, along with a newbie. So there is no way for me to cure the eternal boredom. There's just something so deadly about this feeling, this urgent craving for Friday nights. I want a day job.
Matrix Revolutions in the morning. Despite a plethora of vitrolic reviews, I want to go anyway. Explosions, Agent Smith(s), eh?
