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Year 2 - Day 200
Oct. 2nd, 2021 05:35 pmI don't know how much longer I can keep these daily missives up to be honest. I'm growing weary of it. Yesterday I considered just posting a photo. Today much the same.
The brain - it doesn't wish to function. I told mother today that all I wanted to do was star blissfully into space and not think about anything. I need to run the robot vacuum around the apartment and clean out my fridge, the area beneath the sink, put out mouse traps, and switch the summer clothes for the fall ones. But alas, I'm procrastinating. My mind doesn't want to function, it wants to do nothing. It's tired. It's not been getting enough sleep and feels over-taxed.
That said, I've been playing around with the new fantasy novel today. Told Wales about it - and she asked what it was about, which is always a tough thing, because I'm never really sure when I'm writing the thing. I'm an intuitive writer...which makes it hard for me to write pitches, query letters or synopsises.
Me: The working title is Darkholm.
Wales: DarkHome? That sounds sort of cool. (I hear Darkholm).( Read more... )
The day got away from Wales and I before we did anything with it. She took a sleep aid and woke up at 11, and I slept until 8 and puttered about on the internet, and fiddled with the aforementioned fantasy novel.
Wales wants to go to Greenwood Cemetery. I would like to go anywhere else.
Me: I suppose we could go. But I'm bored of Greenwood Cemetery.
Wales: The timing is perfect. But I can see why you'd be bored of it.
Me: I only walked around it four to five times a week for about a year and a half. I finally got burned out sometime around July, when I realized I'd taken pictures of the same statues ten or more times.
Maybe we could try and go bird watching in it. The plus side, is generally speaking, it's not crowded.
Bro according to mother is going into the city this weekend, visiting friends and seeing exhibits at various museums.
I feel like a coward for having no such similar desires. But the idea of wondering about an indoor public space with a mask more than I have to is not appealing. Although to be fair to myself, I am doing it constantly and want a break from it. I go into work and wear a mask most of the time, except at my desk. In my apartment building, I wear it except in my apartment and to take the trash to the hallway shoot. My brother in marked contrast only wears it when he visits the city or public places that are indoors. He doesn't wear it at all in his home, property, going out to eat in his area or any of that. He lives on eleven acres of land upstate NY.
Do you ever feel as if we all living in different universes or worlds?
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Fandom
Fan: I was hoping Disney would intervene and change the show in response to the ratings. And give me less mob and more hospital stories, small town romance, and Hallmark style romances, like I want.( Read more... )
Illogical thinking apparently is explained...by an article that gave me a headache. So here it is to give you one too. Bad Thinkers? Because why should I be alone in my headache induced madness. I want company, dang it.
The sad thing about the article? I shared a cubicle with the fictional Oliver when I was working at the video game developer company. Yes, the guy actually believed 9/11 was a government conspiracy and caused by the US government to start WWIII. We used to kill time arguing about it until I gave up. And Wales friend Alan, and various of her family members fit Oliver as well - they drank COVID conspiracy Kool Aid.
I think we live in a world in which it is very easy to be driven insane. There's an interesting thread on Twitter that explains..
"Why didn't older generations do something about ___?"
( Read more... )
***
Okay, enuf. I'm tired. I've not been sleeping well. Worrying too much, and too often. And struggling to turn it off. As if it's a water faucet with a valve.
And this song jumped into my head, actually just the first line, because I can't remember whole songs...just a phrase here or there, which is another reason I'm not a singer. Fuck Fake Friends - that's the title of the song. The lyric I remember is " Friends Come and Go , Friends Come and Go..." the song is about the hollowness of LA.
Random Photo of the Night:
The Sierra Mountain Range in Washington State...with their glaciers mostly melted...and this was in 2018.
The brain - it doesn't wish to function. I told mother today that all I wanted to do was star blissfully into space and not think about anything. I need to run the robot vacuum around the apartment and clean out my fridge, the area beneath the sink, put out mouse traps, and switch the summer clothes for the fall ones. But alas, I'm procrastinating. My mind doesn't want to function, it wants to do nothing. It's tired. It's not been getting enough sleep and feels over-taxed.
That said, I've been playing around with the new fantasy novel today. Told Wales about it - and she asked what it was about, which is always a tough thing, because I'm never really sure when I'm writing the thing. I'm an intuitive writer...which makes it hard for me to write pitches, query letters or synopsises.
Me: The working title is Darkholm.
Wales: DarkHome? That sounds sort of cool. (I hear Darkholm).( Read more... )
The day got away from Wales and I before we did anything with it. She took a sleep aid and woke up at 11, and I slept until 8 and puttered about on the internet, and fiddled with the aforementioned fantasy novel.
Wales wants to go to Greenwood Cemetery. I would like to go anywhere else.
Me: I suppose we could go. But I'm bored of Greenwood Cemetery.
Wales: The timing is perfect. But I can see why you'd be bored of it.
Me: I only walked around it four to five times a week for about a year and a half. I finally got burned out sometime around July, when I realized I'd taken pictures of the same statues ten or more times.
Maybe we could try and go bird watching in it. The plus side, is generally speaking, it's not crowded.
Bro according to mother is going into the city this weekend, visiting friends and seeing exhibits at various museums.
I feel like a coward for having no such similar desires. But the idea of wondering about an indoor public space with a mask more than I have to is not appealing. Although to be fair to myself, I am doing it constantly and want a break from it. I go into work and wear a mask most of the time, except at my desk. In my apartment building, I wear it except in my apartment and to take the trash to the hallway shoot. My brother in marked contrast only wears it when he visits the city or public places that are indoors. He doesn't wear it at all in his home, property, going out to eat in his area or any of that. He lives on eleven acres of land upstate NY.
Do you ever feel as if we all living in different universes or worlds?
**
Fandom
Fan: I was hoping Disney would intervene and change the show in response to the ratings. And give me less mob and more hospital stories, small town romance, and Hallmark style romances, like I want.( Read more... )
Illogical thinking apparently is explained...by an article that gave me a headache. So here it is to give you one too. Bad Thinkers? Because why should I be alone in my headache induced madness. I want company, dang it.
The sad thing about the article? I shared a cubicle with the fictional Oliver when I was working at the video game developer company. Yes, the guy actually believed 9/11 was a government conspiracy and caused by the US government to start WWIII. We used to kill time arguing about it until I gave up. And Wales friend Alan, and various of her family members fit Oliver as well - they drank COVID conspiracy Kool Aid.
I think we live in a world in which it is very easy to be driven insane. There's an interesting thread on Twitter that explains..
"Why didn't older generations do something about ___?"
( Read more... )
***
Okay, enuf. I'm tired. I've not been sleeping well. Worrying too much, and too often. And struggling to turn it off. As if it's a water faucet with a valve.
And this song jumped into my head, actually just the first line, because I can't remember whole songs...just a phrase here or there, which is another reason I'm not a singer. Fuck Fake Friends - that's the title of the song. The lyric I remember is " Friends Come and Go , Friends Come and Go..." the song is about the hollowness of LA.
Random Photo of the Night:
The Sierra Mountain Range in Washington State...with their glaciers mostly melted...and this was in 2018.