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Oct. 30th, 2004 12:54 pmWell, 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*
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
-- 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*