This is one of those days for a hoodie and sweats, head nod music, food, and especially not moving. Too many late nights taking their toll on a girl, man. This was a banner weekend — fun, hijinks, interesting encounters. Details are forthcoming once I take another nap and work on my NaNoWriMo work which hasn’t been going so well. I’m pretty behind. I don’t even think I’ve got a 1,000 words, so 50,000 is looking a bit unlikely. Hanging out with Farmer and a friend Friday night, I showed the friend my blog. He was like, “Damn. I can type fast, but I know I can’t even think of outputting that much text.” Prone to wordiness…definiitely. Considering what I’m working on is semi-based on me and the exploits with composites of people and episodes that I don’t find it that hard to imagine (except for the fact I am. Pesky writer’s block. Well, pesky laziness rather), I should just mine the archives. I can’t really plagarize myself. Then again, that is a lot of fucking text. Transferring that from Blogspot was a bitch and a half. I had to break it up into week by week because MT import just couldn’t handle the sheer amount of words. I’m actually surprised those fears of carpal tunnel ended up being a false alarm because not only do I have bad typing form but I’m just doing it all the freaking time. I’d say I’d take some time away from the comp, but I’m trying to get the weekend roundups up so I can get to bitching about something else. A few of “their” sayings running around in my head over the past few days:
“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”
“When you think you have all the answers, they change the questions.”
“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought her back.” Natch.
“Only in New York.”