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walkingshadow) wrote2002-11-08 06:22 pm
walkingshadow) wrote2002-11-08 06:22 pm
the week in review
Started famously with a much-awaited visit from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentfire. Four lamentably short days of snark and wavelength-sharing and hours and hours of talking that we haven't succeeded in reproducing over AIM. She's recently acquired permanent superhero status, and in a clear example of it, brought Due South episodes for the watching and frequent squealing. Because she appreciates me. I had faith in the prettiness and my faith was rewarded. And they crack me up. Smallville writers take note: boys that are pleasing to look at and to listen to. Stop letting the prop guys churn out the scripts for you, eh?
Another 20-minute POTW and a history term paper topic still unpicked. I'll fret around the library tomorrow and e-mail the professor over the weekend.
At one-thirty on a Friday afternoon, no one is doing their laundry. (That sentence caused me grammatical angst, but for now I'll play fast and loose with the formal rules and cast in my lot with the vernacular.) Six socks into the dryer and six socks out. Either I have beaten the system, or I'm being lulled into a false sense of security; one day I'll grow complacent and stop counting, and they'll slip away one by one, leaving me eventually with one blue argyle and three white athletic.
So. My eyes burn sharply with low-grade fever and moderate exhaustion. Over-the-counter cold medication is my best friend, along with three-day weekends. One time for endorphin highs from sustained aerobic activity. Tonightgjstruthseeker is dragging me to see 8 Mile. I accede to the dragging. I go willingly. My mind is open; chuck in what you will. Ten minutes of Annie Dillard and I can feel my writing change. Perhaps someday my sentences will cohere; but apparently, not tonight.
silentfire. Four lamentably short days of snark and wavelength-sharing and hours and hours of talking that we haven't succeeded in reproducing over AIM. She's recently acquired permanent superhero status, and in a clear example of it, brought Due South episodes for the watching and frequent squealing. Because she appreciates me. I had faith in the prettiness and my faith was rewarded. And they crack me up. Smallville writers take note: boys that are pleasing to look at and to listen to. Stop letting the prop guys churn out the scripts for you, eh?Another 20-minute POTW and a history term paper topic still unpicked. I'll fret around the library tomorrow and e-mail the professor over the weekend.
At one-thirty on a Friday afternoon, no one is doing their laundry. (That sentence caused me grammatical angst, but for now I'll play fast and loose with the formal rules and cast in my lot with the vernacular.) Six socks into the dryer and six socks out. Either I have beaten the system, or I'm being lulled into a false sense of security; one day I'll grow complacent and stop counting, and they'll slip away one by one, leaving me eventually with one blue argyle and three white athletic.
So. My eyes burn sharply with low-grade fever and moderate exhaustion. Over-the-counter cold medication is my best friend, along with three-day weekends. One time for endorphin highs from sustained aerobic activity. Tonight
gjstruthseeker is dragging me to see 8 Mile. I accede to the dragging. I go willingly. My mind is open; chuck in what you will. Ten minutes of Annie Dillard and I can feel my writing change. Perhaps someday my sentences will cohere; but apparently, not tonight.