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bending_sickleThe Pit of Blah is getting muddy :(
Ma called, worried because I've been pretty AWOL recently. Of course, at the time I was locking my bedroom door for the fourth time and loaded down with gloves, purse and umbrella and more than a little frustrated. We said we'd talk later,but she's not home. She was cooking. Waltzed over to the phone to gripe at me for not working on getting a social network and for not being "autonomous and independent", [Translation: "stop sucking up all our cash, ho"]. My replies were nonsensical and garbled because I don't talk to people anymore. I just end up all blocked up for words and flailing.
Today's walkabout sucked yet more suckety popsicles, now in rain-flavour! Stupid shitty city with nothing to do...
I never did send that email to my supervisor, telling her how I'm actually working. (Well, *finger quotation-marks*, but yeah.) Stupid introduction, all "Heeey, this paragraph's getting a might long, ain't it? No no no, don't cut it short! You need to say this stuff! But not here! No, not there either. No, you can't mix-and-match, what is this, a buffet?"***
It took me literally a couple of hours to fully change from outdoors clothes to indoors clothes and settle back to being indoorsy and do regular indoorsy stuff. That doesn't make sense. I mean, I'm just not doing stuff anymore. Except being all blank and/or wibbly. Dunno what's better. I mean, the blankness is just so I'm not wibbly - emotional!aneasthesia - so I guess that's better. But then that means that I don't think anymore. Zip. Oooh, there's the erratic thought now and then, but - *stares at cursor for ages* Yeah.
Steps to Making Sickle Better****: Tonight's Programming
1) make hot chocolate
2) settle down onto sofa with blanket and fuzzy socks
3) read![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
omphalos's New Dawn Fades epilogue
3b) weep profusely over epilogue
4) watch JohnSmith!TheDoctor in The Family of Blood weep profusely
4b) acompany John Smith in sentiment
5a) if possible at this time, watch Love in the Time of Cholera
5ai) oogle Bardem
5aii) weep profusely over romance
5b) do the internet rounds
6a) see Simm!Masterlist
6b) oogle Simm
Somewhere in there I might starve to death but that can't be helped because I have no food. (Yogurt is not food!)
ETA: The Cuddleiscious Leopard of Win is gone! Gooooooone! There is nothing to cuddle at the top of the stairs! Woooooooooe!
[Translation: The stuffed giant!leopard seems to have disappeared. I am upset.]
Links of the Day:
katrina87's Fanmix: Leave The Earth Behind You And Take A Walk Into The Sun (Doctor/Rose) and Fanmix: I'll find a way (Rose Tyler EP) are pretty but probably too old to have viable download links.
exotik's Master Picspam 1 and 2 (John Simm in Doctor Who) is a thing of sexy, sexy beauty. No one should look that fuckable in a black suit and tie. Unf indeed.
* Jean-Paul Sartre**
** Fuck you, Sartre.
*** Writing things as sentient is fun!
**** For a given value of "better". Obviously, there's something wrong with my own definition of the word.
Ma called, worried because I've been pretty AWOL recently. Of course, at the time I was locking my bedroom door for the fourth time and loaded down with gloves, purse and umbrella and more than a little frustrated. We said we'd talk later,
Today's walkabout sucked yet more suckety popsicles, now in rain-flavour! Stupid shitty city with nothing to do...
I never did send that email to my supervisor, telling her how I'm actually working. (Well, *finger quotation-marks*, but yeah.) Stupid introduction, all "Heeey, this paragraph's getting a might long, ain't it? No no no, don't cut it short! You need to say this stuff! But not here! No, not there either. No, you can't mix-and-match, what is this, a buffet?"***
It took me literally a couple of hours to fully change from outdoors clothes to indoors clothes and settle back to being indoorsy and do regular indoorsy stuff. That doesn't make sense. I mean, I'm just not doing stuff anymore. Except being all blank and/or wibbly. Dunno what's better. I mean, the blankness is just so I'm not wibbly - emotional!aneasthesia - so I guess that's better. But then that means that I don't think anymore. Zip. Oooh, there's the erratic thought now and then, but - *stares at cursor for ages* Yeah.
Steps to Making Sickle Better****: Tonight's Programming
1) make hot chocolate
2) settle down onto sofa with blanket and fuzzy socks
3) read
omphalos's New Dawn Fades epilogue3b) weep profusely over epilogue
4) watch JohnSmith!TheDoctor in The Family of Blood weep profusely
4b) acompany John Smith in sentiment
5a) if possible at this time, watch Love in the Time of Cholera
5ai) oogle Bardem
5aii) weep profusely over romance
5b) do the internet rounds
6a) see Simm!Masterlist
6b) oogle Simm
Somewhere in there I might starve to death but that can't be helped because I have no food. (Yogurt is not food!)
ETA: The Cuddleiscious Leopard of Win is gone! Gooooooone! There is nothing to cuddle at the top of the stairs! Woooooooooe!
[Translation: The stuffed giant!leopard seems to have disappeared. I am upset.]
Links of the Day:
katrina87's Fanmix: Leave The Earth Behind You And Take A Walk Into The Sun (Doctor/Rose) and Fanmix: I'll find a way (Rose Tyler EP) are pretty but probably too old to have viable download links.exotik's Master Picspam 1 and 2 (John Simm in Doctor Who) is a thing of sexy, sexy beauty. No one should look that fuckable in a black suit and tie. Unf indeed. * Jean-Paul Sartre**
** Fuck you, Sartre.
*** Writing things as sentient is fun!
**** For a given value of "better". Obviously, there's something wrong with my own definition of the word.
