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Yeah, it's been that kind of week
First off, thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday on Tuesday. I tried to respond in whatever entries on LJ or DW or IMs you expressed that in, but if I missed you, I'm sorry! It was a very low-key birthday, which is okay, because I had other stuff to deal with.
Second, I think I made it through this week on sheer willpower. You know it's bad when, by Wednesday, one of your teammates in a lab class look at you and ask if you're okay, and when you admit to being sleepy, pretty much shove you off to bed.
Thankfully, Monday is aSuicide Day holiday.
Third, I have approx. 1.5 weeks to write a short story for a class. I have the beginning! I have no idea where it's going, but the instructor seems to like it a lot, so...well, we'll go for it. The main character possibly best described at this point as "Fujioka Haruhi meets Shirogane Naoto, and filtered through Ultranos's brain. In space. With SPACE ROMANS. And the Awesome turned up to 11." (For those of you without the frame of reference, er, someone might describe her as "gender confused". This is incorrect. She's not confused, the rest of the universe is.)
ALL I CAN WRITE IS CRACK.
I might need to babble at someone over minor issues. Mostly to make sure things make sense as I'm hashing universe details out.
Second, I think I made it through this week on sheer willpower. You know it's bad when, by Wednesday, one of your teammates in a lab class look at you and ask if you're okay, and when you admit to being sleepy, pretty much shove you off to bed.
Thankfully, Monday is a
Third, I have approx. 1.5 weeks to write a short story for a class. I have the beginning! I have no idea where it's going, but the instructor seems to like it a lot, so...well, we'll go for it. The main character possibly best described at this point as "Fujioka Haruhi meets Shirogane Naoto, and filtered through Ultranos's brain. In space. With SPACE ROMANS. And the Awesome turned up to 11." (For those of you without the frame of reference, er, someone might describe her as "gender confused". This is incorrect. She's not confused, the rest of the universe is.)
ALL I CAN WRITE IS CRACK.
I might need to babble at someone over minor issues. Mostly to make sure things make sense as I'm hashing universe details out.
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You know where to find me. Though that offer might be dangerous.
I'm glad you have willpower and I highly support the preventing of suicide and labmates sending you to bed. Take care of yourself, since I'm way too far away to properly make you soup and shove you toward bed.
*hands you more willpower*
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Seriously, I didn't know how much willpower I actually had. I think I am a little sick, though. Think it's just a cold, though. Probably, I sleep enough this weekend and it'll go away.
SOUP. I MISS SOUP.
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Any willpower is something. We can't all be Daniel Jackson.
(I hope your cold is better at going away than mine. I think the cold virus is liquifying my brain and letting it drain out my sinuses and, okay, gross. But I cannot think! And I have so much fluid mechanics to battle)
Soup! I still have at least one, maybe two, servings of the chicken wild rice soup I made less weekend and I'm pondering a giant pot of super-every-vegetable-cures-what-ails-you something maybe.
I like soup. You can make a full meal in one pot, have leftovers that work for days, make it healthy and however you want it to be, and endless variety yayness. Soup! (my roommate laughs at what I call soup though - so much stuff it's hard to find the broth)
And I'm rambling. See: previous paragraph on brain going missing.
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EDIT: Oh! Right. Yeah, I am That Tired.
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(sorry for not saying it sooner...thing happened)
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(and totally understandable)
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