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Sep. 19th, 2003 08:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosUgh. The more I see the Gender Genie on my friends list, the more I think it flunked biology class. And also, you know how I had "An Unbearable Lightness of Brain Cells" just lying around? My brain wants to use it to write a Connor fic. This sucks, seeing as how I hate Connor, have always hated Connor, will always hate Connor, and would love to use that lightness-of-brain-cells crack to mean he'd been attacked by a pack of hungry zombies.
But I can't, because my brain wants me to take UnsuspectingAmnesia!Connor and fuck his life up all to pieces. Which is a good thing, because he won't be screwing with the L.A. crew and I can write him the way I want to. Plus, if he pisses me off, there's always starving zombies to fall back on. Maybe literally, if I can get him to the top of the Empire State Building and get someone to push him off.
The sad thing is, I'm almost positive I can write Connor, and that I want to write Connor, and that I don't want to feed him to zombies. I think I'm going to ground my brain -- quite possibly into a thick paste on a layer of broken glass bits. Erg.
Oh, and the hurricane. Yeah. Well, we lost power in the afternoon and didn't get it back until some time in the middle of the night, which didn't matter because I was sleeping anyway. I'm seriously starting to get the impression that extremely bad weather conditions make me sleepy. Then again, linoleum makes me sleepy, so there you go. In any event, I went to lie down until it showed up between 11-2 and really couldn't stay asleep, no matter how hard I tried. As amusing as death and destruction is, they're not exactly mutually exclusive in my brain and I started realizing that unless a Metro bus fell on someone too stupid to stay inside, I wasn't going to be amused.
But we have power back, I'm entirely positive that sometime today, the metro will start back up, and ... okay, I was going to say I don't feel like crap now, but I do. I really do, and theoretically, I'm supposed to go back to the temp job today. Frankly, I don't feel well enough to go, and the really immature part of my brain is yelping that if nobody else in this apartment has to go to work, then neither do I.
Hmm. I wonder if the temp agency would buy it if I called them up and told them I couldn't come to work because I woke up on a yellow brick road surrounded by midgets. Eh, probably not.
EDIT: Oh, it's Talk Like a Pirate Day, isn't it? Erm ... "Hey, you should hear the cool shit I downloaded last night! The RIAA can kiss my ass! Wooo!" Wait, that's not right.
Oh, never mind.
But I can't, because my brain wants me to take UnsuspectingAmnesia!Connor and fuck his life up all to pieces. Which is a good thing, because he won't be screwing with the L.A. crew and I can write him the way I want to. Plus, if he pisses me off, there's always starving zombies to fall back on. Maybe literally, if I can get him to the top of the Empire State Building and get someone to push him off.
The sad thing is, I'm almost positive I can write Connor, and that I want to write Connor, and that I don't want to feed him to zombies. I think I'm going to ground my brain -- quite possibly into a thick paste on a layer of broken glass bits. Erg.
Oh, and the hurricane. Yeah. Well, we lost power in the afternoon and didn't get it back until some time in the middle of the night, which didn't matter because I was sleeping anyway. I'm seriously starting to get the impression that extremely bad weather conditions make me sleepy. Then again, linoleum makes me sleepy, so there you go. In any event, I went to lie down until it showed up between 11-2 and really couldn't stay asleep, no matter how hard I tried. As amusing as death and destruction is, they're not exactly mutually exclusive in my brain and I started realizing that unless a Metro bus fell on someone too stupid to stay inside, I wasn't going to be amused.
But we have power back, I'm entirely positive that sometime today, the metro will start back up, and ... okay, I was going to say I don't feel like crap now, but I do. I really do, and theoretically, I'm supposed to go back to the temp job today. Frankly, I don't feel well enough to go, and the really immature part of my brain is yelping that if nobody else in this apartment has to go to work, then neither do I.
Hmm. I wonder if the temp agency would buy it if I called them up and told them I couldn't come to work because I woke up on a yellow brick road surrounded by midgets. Eh, probably not.
EDIT: Oh, it's Talk Like a Pirate Day, isn't it? Erm ... "Hey, you should hear the cool shit I downloaded last night! The RIAA can kiss my ass! Wooo!" Wait, that's not right.
Oh, never mind.
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Date: 2003-09-19 05:43 am (UTC)it's probably good you slept through it, the part that hit between 11 and 2 was not fun and I don't think you would have liked watching your window look like it was breathing. then again, this is you we're talking about and you probably would have enjoyed it.