Typing away. So, yeah, last night I kind of fucked up and in trying to gather quotations for this writing project idea thing…I ended up reading the whole sequence of posts around Mr. Confusion and last year. You know, that time when I wrote my heart out to this guy or at least a very literary and clever facsimile of my heart and things were weird. We had this very intense back and forth for a while, then he disappeared for a while, and then he was back for a second but told me that he needed like…a real girl…or whatever and this motivated me to say, hey, you want to meet – let’s meet. And that seemed like a good thing and then we had this nice, not excessively or problematically awkward date where I kinda thought he was kind of cute and and then…we never talked again.
That was a fun time to relive. Fuck. Progress? Is there any progress in my heart whatsoever on that front? I don’t…honestly think so.
Today might require bullets.
- Having gone over to my parents when my sister did – she’s staying over to drive them to the airport tomorrow morning – like at 3:30a.m. I basically went there because I wanted to raid the larder and I was 99% sure that they had a frozen pizza in their freezer and I sort of walked my arse off so that I could go. Walked a ways beforehand around the subdivision listening to music mostly with that pizza in mind. I’d basically had like rice and broth earlier and coffee to keep all those calories controlled and nope. No pizza available to poor little me. So instead, ate some chips and guac (very nearly too much) but was able to cut it just below the quota with that walking and call it good. I don’t feel hungry, but I would, I think, like some wine. I kind of feel like I am going to buy a bottle tomorrow for all that writing I want to do.
- Watched an episode of Monarch of the Glen because my mother has decided it is the best show ever and I was briefly into it. It’s a BBC dramedy and that’s my catnip. I will probably try and watch more, but maybe just from the episode I saw – so the start of season 3, I guess.
- Finished this Dragon Age: Inquisition run. I have feelings. Still. Again. More. Oh, darling babby Solas. I want to keep writing fanfic that is not useful to anyone but me with my very specific tastes. Not planning to restart another playthrough, but I want to find whatever what I can to extend my mental holiday in Orlais.
- Also got to have some house of solitary pleasures time – watching the Oscars and bleating happily with the lovely friends on Skype about it all. Golly, they make me so happy.
Also: because we want it written down, immortalized in script forever, Fuck Sam Smith.