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Overwhelmed and Understimulated
Sep. 25th, 2006 10:55 amSomedays, my job is fine. It's mildly entertaining, deadline driven and full of the kind of visual and logical absurdities that characterizes anything involving any form of media. Today, however, it is mostly impossibly dull. Gah, so dull that I just want to say fuck it and go home. Generally I can entertain myself even when bored, but I'm too... on edge, too much at cross purposes, and looking for purpose and trying to figure out my next step in life to be able to cure my own boredom. Sigh.
I'm having serious sensory dislocation. I think it's fall. I want it to be fall, and I've been so ungodly homesick that it's ridiculous. I can smell fall. In reality, it's nearly 90 degrees here and could not, in fact, be less like fall today. Double sigh.
My brain is sort of stuck in chugalong mode. Analysis is a vague memory, writing even more vague. I feel like a fannish slug, half-heartedly consuming, trying to figure out some motivation.
In brighter news, the LA Times magazine apparently loves me because they used Erik Bana in their fall fashion spread. In suits. Many suits. All dark and broody looking in suits. Sigh. Beautiful men in suits are really, really underrated:)
My NIP group met for the first time on Saturday which was fabulous. We all went into a sort of low-grade depression after class ended and didn't write (proof that writing=crack and not getting your fix leads to bad, bad things). I feel motivated again, which, well, thank god.
Saturday was M's birthday. This involved much tequila. 'Nuff said. Had lovely brunch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lizlet on Sunday, and took my life in my hands by having eggs florentine on polenta. But my it was yummy.
I did, finally, get to watch SG-1. ( Spoilers for The Quest? )
I'm having serious sensory dislocation. I think it's fall. I want it to be fall, and I've been so ungodly homesick that it's ridiculous. I can smell fall. In reality, it's nearly 90 degrees here and could not, in fact, be less like fall today. Double sigh.
My brain is sort of stuck in chugalong mode. Analysis is a vague memory, writing even more vague. I feel like a fannish slug, half-heartedly consuming, trying to figure out some motivation.
In brighter news, the LA Times magazine apparently loves me because they used Erik Bana in their fall fashion spread. In suits. Many suits. All dark and broody looking in suits. Sigh. Beautiful men in suits are really, really underrated:)
My NIP group met for the first time on Saturday which was fabulous. We all went into a sort of low-grade depression after class ended and didn't write (proof that writing=crack and not getting your fix leads to bad, bad things). I feel motivated again, which, well, thank god.
Saturday was M's birthday. This involved much tequila. 'Nuff said. Had lovely brunch with
lizlet on Sunday, and took my life in my hands by having eggs florentine on polenta. But my it was yummy.I did, finally, get to watch SG-1. ( Spoilers for The Quest? )
