I took a six mile walk, and forgot to get the cat food I went out for. Now Death Wish is eating tortilla chips out of a plastic bag. I considered taking a picture, but frankly, the whole thing is just too pathetic to be documented.
It took me five hours today to edit nine pages. Double-spaced, 12 point font pages. FIVE HOURS. And this was from a part of a chapter that I thought was in really good shape, all things considered. I liked the dialogue, I liked the setting, I liked all of it — and it still required FIVE HOURS of editing. By the end I couldn’t read the pages through all the red lines.
It would seem that the editing process is taking a little longer than ten days.
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So, the thing is, I’m a huge Final Fantasy fan. Always have been. Always will be. I will defend the magic draw system in FFVIII ’til the cows come home. So a release date is like a national holiday around here.
And Final Fantasy XIII came out yesterday. We weren’t able to pick it up until very late, unfortunately — poor planning, I’m sorry to say. So, today, The Wookiee and I got out of bed at 8 AM (on a day off!), made coffee, and settled down in front of the PS3. And then we played for… well… it’s almost 11 PM as I’m posting this, and we’re still playing…
Yes, I’m still basically a college student, except without, you know, the college. And fewer STDs.
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At the beginning of January, I wrote this:
And hopefully that will be the end of my mental troubles for the winter.
Insert derisive laughter here.
I’m hoping things will get better soon, but if wishes were horses and all that crap. I’m back to the anxiety making me cry at least once a day, those really disgusting gasping sobs that leave you not only emotionally drained but looking like hell — you know, just for an extra kick in the ‘nads. I even cried in front of The Gambit. He touched his cheek, then touched my cheek, then gave me a kiss. So there’s some extra crippling guilt on top of everything.
(I must give major props to The Chef here, who took me out to lunch [even though I threw it all up], then bought me eyeshadow brushes and told me to get chocolate. This is why we are best friends.)
Of course, I’m doing what crazy anxious people do — I’m blaming the circumstances. See, there’s all this super stressful stuff going on! Naturally I’m freaking out — who wouldn’t! It’s totally normal! Except for the part where it’s not. Yeah, there are things in my life that are naturally stress- and worry-inducing, but that’s not why I’m anxious. If everything was peachy-keen, I’d invent something to make myself sick over. I’m anxious because my brain isn’t firing properly.
On the plus side, the last few days have been a little bit better. It might be the med tweaks, but mostly, I think it’s baseball.
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Hey, aside from Best Picture, I totally kicked ass this year with my predictions! Go me!
Usually, each year, in the Oscar fashion post I discuss Underappreciated Pretties, Overvalued Unattractiveness, and Smokin’ Hotness. However, I find that this year, there weren’t really any Underappreciated Pretties to speak of. Everyone that was rated as sucky frankly, well, sucked. But there was tons of Overvalued Unattractiveness.
Overvalued Unattractiveness:
Charlize Theron, what the hell? Why are your nipples spouting roses? Why haven’t you seen a doctor? How on earth does everyone love this dress?
Rachel McAdams, to the best of my knowledge, is not pregnant. Also, my grandmother had curtains like that.
Okay, I don’t hate Demi Moore’s dress that much, but it matches her skin a little too closely. Put away the self-tanner, please. It didn’t work on Britney Spears in 1998, and it doesn’t work on you now.
I’m glad Molly Ringwald is still around, but her dress is falling off on one side and her bangs alarm me.
Smokin’ Hotness:
Mr. Darcy just keeps looking better with age. Adoration and love.
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