![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
We had the Gashlycrumb Tinies poster in our kitchen when I was in college, and I always think of the E child, killed by Ennui when I'm bored:)
Work continues to be so slow that I can't motivate myself to write. This will change with frustrating quickness, but for now, I just have to weather it through. In better news, the headache of doom finally receded - after I went home and watched much Project Runway, not to mention Gilmore Girls and Fullmetal Alchemist. M. (who's day off it was), crawled out of his cave at 2:30, looked at me, looked at the TV and asked when the Girly Parade was going to be over and told me to go back to work (he was actually just being funny, not an asshole. With M., the two frequently sound the same. It's all in the delivery). Then he started doing dishes and cleaning and told me to keep watching because it was motivating him.
I have a 1/4 of the silly little SG-1 fic done which involves Mitchell and Vala and rain and mud in a not porny sort of way but it wants to grow up to be a real fic and not just a silly snippet. I also have 2/3 of the Farscape gunporn I started for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sugargroupie and I need to finish it because I MISS writing FS.
Reading my flist, I have garnered that people get up and do things before they go to work. Is this true, or are my analytical skills just fucked what with the depression and boredom and headache? Do some of y'all actually get up in time to eat a leisurely breakfast, read the paper, have a second cup of coffee, walk the dog? Oy. I am so much better at night.
I am also to understand that Supernatural premieres tonight, and while it's not my thing, I'm happy for my flist's buzzy joy.
And yes, I am bored enough to spam y'all with a list of my activities.
Entertain me! Hell, throw things at me. Articles, photos, prompts, requests for ridiculous analysis, porn, small fruit... I'm desperate. Desperate enough to start reading things I shouldn't!!
Oh, and just in case this was not news,lizlet rocks and sent me lovely goodies via e-mail including the interview I did for CBC so that my mom can listen and beam in pride as her only offspring discusses the fact that the American public's love of CSI does not make us a twisted, violence prone nation of fucked up psycho paths. We're doing group therapy through CSI. No, really. Although, seriously, I do find it less distressing that we're getting our voyeuristic groove on to CSI's litany of largesse than that we're now actively encouraging adultery and pissy childlike behavior in the form of Meredith/Derek. And I LIKE "Grey's Anatomy."
Work continues to be so slow that I can't motivate myself to write. This will change with frustrating quickness, but for now, I just have to weather it through. In better news, the headache of doom finally receded - after I went home and watched much Project Runway, not to mention Gilmore Girls and Fullmetal Alchemist. M. (who's day off it was), crawled out of his cave at 2:30, looked at me, looked at the TV and asked when the Girly Parade was going to be over and told me to go back to work (he was actually just being funny, not an asshole. With M., the two frequently sound the same. It's all in the delivery). Then he started doing dishes and cleaning and told me to keep watching because it was motivating him.
I have a 1/4 of the silly little SG-1 fic done which involves Mitchell and Vala and rain and mud in a not porny sort of way but it wants to grow up to be a real fic and not just a silly snippet. I also have 2/3 of the Farscape gunporn I started for
sugargroupie and I need to finish it because I MISS writing FS.Reading my flist, I have garnered that people get up and do things before they go to work. Is this true, or are my analytical skills just fucked what with the depression and boredom and headache? Do some of y'all actually get up in time to eat a leisurely breakfast, read the paper, have a second cup of coffee, walk the dog? Oy. I am so much better at night.
I am also to understand that Supernatural premieres tonight, and while it's not my thing, I'm happy for my flist's buzzy joy.
And yes, I am bored enough to spam y'all with a list of my activities.
Entertain me! Hell, throw things at me. Articles, photos, prompts, requests for ridiculous analysis, porn, small fruit... I'm desperate. Desperate enough to start reading things I shouldn't!!
Oh, and just in case this was not news,
lizlet rocks and sent me lovely goodies via e-mail including the interview I did for CBC so that my mom can listen and beam in pride as her only offspring discusses the fact that the American public's love of CSI does not make us a twisted, violence prone nation of fucked up psycho paths. We're doing group therapy through CSI. No, really. Although, seriously, I do find it less distressing that we're getting our voyeuristic groove on to CSI's litany of largesse than that we're now actively encouraging adultery and pissy childlike behavior in the form of Meredith/Derek. And I LIKE "Grey's Anatomy."
