The Wookiee: I’m going to call the U and find out if it’s medically possible for me to have Jim Thome’s babies.
So the plot bunnies are raping me. I really can’t describe it in any other fashion, and the mental image is just desperately fucked up. But there it is.
I can’t quite get my brain focused enough to write the things I need to be writing: for instance, there’s the play I’m supposed to be writing for church. (And by “supposed to be writing” I mean “should have had finished three weeks ago”.) After that, I really ought to be working on the book. After that, there’s some f-words that I’ve promised to people. So it’s not like I don’t have obligations lined up.
But what am I doing? Mentally outlining another multi-chapter f-word. Why? Damned if I know. What’s that furry feeling against my leg?
This is the result of panic, I know it is. I’m freaked out about life, so I’m panicking, so I’m distracting myself with writing things that are as far from connected to real life as can possibly be imagined. But knowing this doesn’t seem to do anything about it, and, well… I’m kinda dodging my therapist at the moment. Because she will give me So. Much. Crap about all this.
And yet I’ve won a bunch of f-word awards, have been nominated for a bunch more, and all in all it kind of feels like a decent return on my soul.
*sigh*
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Sometimes, bad things happen even when everyone does their best.
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So, when we went on our trip, we went here.
I mean, seriously, how can a place like this even fucking exist? How is that remotely possible?
This is Yosemite, if you didn’t know. It’s a valley carved between giant mounds of granite. A nice gift from the glaciers.
The water in the river? Really. Freaking. Cold. But worth it. So, so worth it. It woke me up.
If you haven’t been, go. If you’ve been, go again.
Totally unreal.
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Okay, I posted just to post. Still, I posted.
It’s a process.
Oh, and The Vet makes crazy good beer. So this one’s coming to you a little tipsy.
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So, I’m having to ease back into this whole blogging daily thing. Have I mentioned how I suck? Because I do.
Annoyances of the last week:
- Humidity. Enough said.
- Money troubles. Still pretty hosed there.
- The Playstation 3 broke, leaving us effectively without a television. Ack.
- The Rogue is entering a clingy stage.
- I dropped a pill on the floor and couldn’t find it. It should be illegal for medication to be tiny and white, because obviously it’ll blend into the tile. Neon orange would be much better.
- I have a headache.
- The cats, still in revenge-mode after having been left for two and a half weeks, are throwing up on the rug.
That’s about it. Easing back in with whining seems like the way to go.
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