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Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

*giggles hysterically* I can't feel my eyelids. That's bad, right?

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I've been thinking. This is bad.

( Cut for the last political ramble you're going to see out of me until the election is over. )

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Well, I went and picked up my paycheck, and how lovely is it that if I don't want to pay some ridiculous surcharge to get it cashed today, I just have to sit home for the weekend and do nothing? Luckily, it's not like I'm going to starve, and I need to work on The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre anyway, but still. I had plans, you know. Go shopping at Suncoast, pick up a black hoodie, go see Ray. Now I'm all pissy. (And it's not like I can't do those first two on Monday, but ... bah. I want Cheetos. Which I can't afford anyway, because I only have fifty cents to my name until I cash my check. *headwall*)

In any event, today and tomorrow, I write. Possibly from now until then, with no interruption for sleep or bathroom breaks. I may even hook up my DVD player, drag my DVD stands over by the computer, and literally not have to leave the chair until about this time on Monday. (I also want to get the Pairing List That Ate Fandom out of the way before NaNoWriMo starts, because I told myself I'd get it done a week ago. *sigh*)

So, yeah. NaNo. What I'm going to try to do, at least on Monday, is get up very, very early, get dressed, get my writing stuff together, and head to the Starbucks near work to start writing. Yeah, it's probably overkill, but it's a good way to start the month even if it doesn't carry over for the rest of it, and besides, I'm going to get up at about five in the morning and get my butt over to the polling place on Tuesday so that I can get voting out of the way as quickly as possible. Monday, I'm going to wait until the stores open, then go pick up a black hoodie and Dawn of the Dead and head to the food court to get Cajun and write some more. Yes, I should be exhausted by the time I get to work, but they should be amazed if I even show up after the shit I've gone through in the past week.

Here's the plan for this weekend:

-- Finish Pairing List. Scrub eyes with Brillo, then post to ithurtsmybrain with enough time for me to update it.
-- Work on plotting The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre. I have three hundred index cards and a purple pen. I should be fine.
-- Watch horror movies until I officially can't sleep anymore.
-- Pine cutely for junk food.
-- Condemn Bossman's ancestors to fiery damnation.
-- Sorely wish I could write on a permanent basis. You know, like I do every day.
-- Wish it was Wednesday already, because then the election would be over and I'd have new Lost to watch.

Also, I realized yesterday that no matter how stressful NaNoWriMo is, it can't possibly be as unbelievably crack-addled as having to work at that ridiculously run DHL station every day. Le sigh.

Oh, and does anybody have a copy of Beck's "Loser"? I have it on CD, but I can't find it anywhere, and somebody on the Daily Kos boards said that "I'm a survivor, I'm a winner, things are going to change, I can feel it" is Bush on the campign trail in '92 and now it's killing me because I want to hear it again. If someone could yousendit to me, I'd appreciate it. *bats cute Disney-anime eyes at you ... which gets me struck out at first but sends Johnny Damon in from third base for the run*

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Ahh, typing up the Pairing List and watching the original version of Dawn of the Dead. Zombies wandering through the Pennsylvania countryside ... you know, if I had any brains, I'd be watching this for inspiration when I'm plotting The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre, not now. :)

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If anyone wants to amuse themselves, the new Pairing List is done and posted. :)

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On ESPN2 is this show called I'll Do Anything. I don't know what the hell these people are playing for, but so far, I can tell they're playing to win something for someone else.

The current players are all these young blond airheads. They've been given props and costumes and have to act out a monologue from four sports movies -- Any Given Sunday, On the Waterfront, Fields of Dreams, and Caddyshack.

The one who's supposed to be doing the Caddyshack Dalai Lama speech prides herself on her musical theater degree and keeps telling her highly annoyed father that she doesn't want it to sound anything like Bill Murray. The one doing Marlon Brando's Waterfront speech is forcibly prying out all the New Yorkisms to the aggravation of her mother. The one doing the Field of Dreams dialogue is reading so badly an eight-year-old is giving her direction.

I want to hit all of these girls with whichever sports equipment is available.

EDIT: If the Caddyshack chick isn't found bludgeoned to death later on for performing in such a fucking perky tone of voice, there's no justice in the world.

AIRHEADED MORON OF EDIT: Oh. They're cheerleaders. Now I get it.

Or, you know, not.

OH, GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK: The Field of Dreams chick thought she was performing Amy Madigan's part when she was really performing James Earl Jones's part. *sigh* I suppose seeing "Terence" in the script would throw anyone off.

OH, NOW I GET IT: The whole point is that these cheerleaders are playing so that their relatives can get their sports fantasies. The one girl's father wants to play Pebble Beach with Jack Nicklaus.

Is it bad I kind of wish I had a relative who was a pro cheerleader so they could win and I could learn how to shoot from Michael Jordan? 'Cause seriously, if I could do anything in regards to sports, getting basketball tips from Michael Jordan would be at the top of the list, as lame and dated as that wish might be.

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On one hand, I loathe Friends. On the other hand, the Stan Kirsch episode is on TV in about five minutes.

Maybe I'll feel better about watching it if I pretend it's Richie Ryan making out with Gloria Dinallo.

Then again, maybe not. Because hey, I possess the ability to write that fic.

*tries to shake plotbunny from brain*

EDIT: I really want to see Sideways, partly because it just looks really good but partly because I based Sean's best friend in The Monsters of Minooka and The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre on Paul Giamatti.

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Voting, Princess Bride style. *dies giggling*

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I'd just like to state for the record that it's sad I can perform Boo's entire part. That's how many times I've seen this bloody movie. *shakes head*

EDIT: Yay! Scary movies all day tomorrow on USA! (Which is good, because I'm sorely lacking in the horror movie department.)

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Yay!

( Lost spoilers and speculation behind cut )

EDIT: Holy crap, I'm such a blubbering dope. By the time I got the bottom photos of this post, I was crying. Not a lot, mind you, but still. Hee. Sympathetic tears. :)