charloween

I'd really like today to be like yesterday, which was fun and just random enough. It was a welcome change of pace, a break in the numbing tedium of the Student Triad. (1. research paper, 2. avoid writing paper, 3. write paper and hand it in more-or-less on time). A day on the beach, beautiful scenery, no decisions to make, no brain-bits to think... followed by a few solid hours of procrastination and then off to a dark, red bar that played the House theme. I'd only been up since 6am, but

serrico had been going since 5:20 (ye gods!), so the dark was good. Come to think of it, I was the only cast member at the "cast party". Hee! It was an incredibly relaxing denoument for an unexpectedly pleasant day. Not that I didn't expect to have fun, but I didn't expect to enjoy myeslf quite that much.

I'm almost through that giant list of tasks to accomplish. There's just the one paper left, and I'm going to forgo the shame and embarrassment and take the prehistoric laptop with me to the new Starbucks around the corner to gte the monster written. But first I have to incorporate the paper-edits I made last night into the file and watch the movie again. But first I have to make more tea.

And reading Go Fug Yourself is not "making tea". I need a series of other-mes, that will write essays and do dishes and do my freakin' laundry and I'll just euthanize them when they start getting lippy.

...Man, I'm in a mean mood.

And of course instead of doing any of this, I read more fic. More SPN fic. VERY excellent SPN fic, called "Weaver", by

superbadgirl. It's gen, it's h/c, and it's Sam-centric. (

thucyken: Sam falls down a lot, acts all confused and lost and needs hugs.)

In work-related news, I finished researching/writing the January newletter, to go live mid-January. For anyone who's interested, the November newsletter is up. This coming week I'm going to: build the December newsletter, which'll be my first real encounter with html beyond lj and formatting; do more graphic design work on the shiny-pretty-omg-have-its-little-Apple-babies Mac Pro; and probably get a start on the February newsletter. And PA more filming and timecode the tapes afterwards. I keep thinking about what's coming up rather than what I have to do RIGHT NOW and I'm cold and my eyes are sore and I want to sleep all afternoon but I can't because I've got to watch freakin' The Passion of the Christ before it gets to be too much later so I can FINISH THE DAMN ESSAY and get to bed at a decent hour.

I think I'm finally getting that damn cold I've managed to dodge this entire term. I have a headache the size of Miami, and I'm feeling just as mean. As mean as Miami. Which I've always been frightened of.

ENOUGH. I'm off to reconcile cinematic theology with cinematic violence. Or something. *flails*

ETA: I can spell "November". NOT. *fails*