Whimpery Day Off, But Not Really

[itsallovernow]

So I was gonna lounge, write, edit, hope my betas hadn't decided that I was a flake and abandoned me.

Instead, I'm teaching all frigging day. All day I tell you. Since this morning, teenagers all day yesterday and today.

I have a headache that I've had for four days, and have self-medicated with advil and wine and I just wanna hide.

Went to a trendy restaraunt last night to have a $14 dollar martini and tiny dim sum. Almost choked when we got the bill. And forgot to tape Alias because of trying to do my hair all swanky and lovely so that we would get into said trendy restaurant, and then crankygrrl says there was Damien Rice and while I looked very cute, should have foregone the overpriced outing and watched TV. Sigh.

Working and not writing, and it's all I want to do, so many words out there waiting to be grabbed, and there's just no time, and I want to right about late nights, air thick with smoke, boys watching me with limpid eyes, choices made and I'm not the choice, but he can't always live with that when it's late and smokey and the beat of THC and speed and cheap beer and dim lights thrum around us. And I know I did the right thing because I want to turn it into words and not take him home.

So I teach Latin and French and talk about mythology, leaving people behind, not looking back, thinking of faith instead, Orpheus and his doubt and there's so much writing there, and then M. who hasn't done the dishes, who's been on the couch for two days flips the channels while I sit in my silk skirt and high heels and wool coat pooled around me, smoking his cigarettes and he turns the channel, without telling me, landing on Farscape, Bringing Home the Beacon, and sets down the remote and there's reasons that I love him because he doesn't even flip during the commercials, just lets it rest and I still hold my breath at the end of the episode.

Feldman's CD's are on repeat, and if you haven't seen her new icon, ou should, you really really should, because it almost killed me:)

Comments

[barkley.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. You see, I think it's my fault. I *never* watch Alias, and I caught the ending last night right about when Delicate started, and it was just gorgeous. It almost made me want to tune in every week.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

It's clearly your fault, and I shall therefore blame you:) And doesn't it also make you want to bump Damine Rice up on your wish list:)

Alias is always very, very pretty. Sometimes it's also very shiny and sparkly and draws you in like a prism. And often, it's also very, very silly:) But playing Damien Rice gets it an automatic plus, yes it does:)

[rubberneck.livejournal.com]

You mean this one?

*giggles*

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Dude, if there's a way to get me in serious trouble at work for howling laughter, that icon's it baby. It needs to be the poster child for something:)