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bending_sickleOh bandersnatch. It's 4 am. I'm awake.
I'm not so much bored as in a total state of funk**. Well, not funk. More like- imaginethe state of blah The State of Blah. Now, imagine this state as a hole, a pit, if you will. Feeling blah is like standing neck-deep in a pit, and how much blah you're subjected to depends on how deep of a hole you're in - whether you can see over it or your field of vision is two-thirds muddy horizon. Well, ladies, I've been staring at nothing but dirt all day. I'm cold, and muddy, and I'd head!pit but I'm tired of getting mud in my eyes.
Meaning, nothing has amused me today and I have been utterly incapable of forming coherent thoughts for extended periods of time.
The giant Masterlist? Done with, metaphirically, one boot*** still on from my frolic outside. Some three hours later, I post. There was absolutely no fist-pumping. It was deliciously mindnumbing, though.
Today's highlight was the dream that kicked me awake. Well, I say dream, but really, being chased by a pissed off incorporeal incarnation of Sandman's Dream mixed in with a dash of Master whilst having a freakin' litany in your head, rhyming and everything, starting off with "I am Koschei" and continuing on with absolutely terrifying "Destroyer-of-Worlds" sentiments? Not fun.
Why can't I have sexy and delightful dreams instead? Why do I get stranding-inna-canoe and dead-puppies and pissed-off-Sandman dreams? What have I ever done to you, Morpheus?!?
Giant. Pit. Of Blah.
* Chuck Palahniuk
** Which, hey! Means, apart from "a dejected mood", stuff like "to be afraid of" and "to frighten" and "to shrink or quail in fear". I find this amusing!
*** Non-metaphorically, I was pantless and took three hours in being pantful. I was damn cold by the end.
I'm not so much bored as in a total state of funk**. Well, not funk. More like- imagine
Meaning, nothing has amused me today and I have been utterly incapable of forming coherent thoughts for extended periods of time.
The giant Masterlist? Done with, metaphirically, one boot*** still on from my frolic outside. Some three hours later, I post. There was absolutely no fist-pumping. It was deliciously mindnumbing, though.
Today's highlight was the dream that kicked me awake. Well, I say dream, but really, being chased by a pissed off incorporeal incarnation of Sandman's Dream mixed in with a dash of Master whilst having a freakin' litany in your head, rhyming and everything, starting off with "I am Koschei" and continuing on with absolutely terrifying "Destroyer-of-Worlds" sentiments? Not fun.
Why can't I have sexy and delightful dreams instead? Why do I get stranding-inna-canoe and dead-puppies and pissed-off-Sandman dreams? What have I ever done to you, Morpheus?!?
Giant. Pit. Of Blah.
* Chuck Palahniuk
** Which, hey! Means, apart from "a dejected mood", stuff like "to be afraid of" and "to frighten" and "to shrink or quail in fear". I find this amusing!
*** Non-metaphorically, I was pantless and took three hours in being pantful. I was damn cold by the end.
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Date: 2008-03-16 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-16 11:52 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2008-03-16 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-16 06:59 pm (UTC)By which I mean, please do write more soon and ignore the exclamations and imagery and listen only to the frantic squeal in which they're said. I'm chomping at the bit here to know what's going to happen!
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Date: 2008-03-16 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-16 07:10 pm (UTC)*this is an image of Sylar with a riding-crop being all, "Write, woman!"*
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Date: 2008-03-16 07:11 pm (UTC)*too distracted by riding-crop!Sylar to think coherently, let alone write*
*drools*
:D
'kay back to work. <333