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Yesterday, I got so sick of working that I stopped.  I knew I was very close to finishing the project, but just couldn't go on.  This morning, after much farting around and procrastinating, I finally settled in to finish the project.  Five minutes.  It took me five minutes, if that, to finish.

I will (hopefully) dedicate the rest of the afternoon to the manuscript, and then watch Dreamchild tonight.  Oh I do hope it's as wonderful as I remember.

I talked to Eva last night.  I called her and left a message.  Then my mother called.  Eva called back while I was talking to my mother.  Turns out, when I called her, she was talking to her mother.  We didn't have much to say to each other.  She loves to recount the dramas of her sister's family.  The adventures are entertaining, though I have no idea how exaggerated they are.  Her mother went to Hungary for less than a week and left Eva in charge of the daycare, with the help of the two hired assistants.  You'd never think it, but Eva is great with small children.  There are lots of people I know like that -- both of my stepparents, in fact.  You'd never expect it from either of them.  I think it's because none of these three people -- Eva, Ith, my stepfather -- has the inclination to be condescending.  So they speak to children as if they are adults.  And, if I recall correctly from my own childhood, those were the people I was drawn to.

I had a long conversation about grammar with Phyllis on Thursday.  Way to spend my psychotherapy.  We talked about commas.  I told her about the time, after Eva had read a couple of my stories, she said to me, "you know, you italicize a lot."  She's right.  I write as if I am speaking, and I italicize a lot in my speech.  Ever since, I've been hyper-aware of my tendency.

It was another fucked up night.  I took the melatonin, and was very very tired, but just could not fall asleep.  At three, I gave up and took the last of my OTC "sleep aid".  I don't know when I fell asleep.  I woke up at ten and considered rolling over and going back to sleep, but remembered I had work to do and that I fully intended to procrastinate.  So I got up.
Current Ohrwurm:
Kevin Spacey, Beyond the Sea
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Oh shit. I've turned into that one single person in the room.
I'm:
depressed depressed
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I've never understood what possible good could come of hammering on a pipe in a basement and waking everyone up at the crack of dawn.
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I'm having a Moxy Früvous moment.  It happens sometimes.


I'm:
amused amused
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All kinds of awesome.
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Buddy was my best friend for the first portion of my life.  We were extremely close.  He was the only human being whose anus I have ever looked at closely, or indeed at all, just to see what one looks like (reddish, tight, and very slightly puckered, as I recall with rather worrying clarity), and he was good-tempered and had wonderful toys to play with, as his parents were both generous and well-to-do.

From page 34 of The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid
I'm:
amused amused
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