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Feb. 15th, 2012 12:25 pmI have to leave for work in a little under an hour, and am finding it difficult to get up and motivated.
Part of this is that I am unmedicated. Bad Sor! Fix that right now.
It's very funny to me that I will be taking the Concerta regularly and start feeling kinda "well gee, why do I need this again, I don't want to be on drugs that I don't need!". Because then I will skip it for a day or two, and everything will be terrible and motivation is suddenly the single hardest concept ever created by man or god. "Maybe I am just coincidentally having bad days?" No Sor. No one has that many coincidences in a row. Take your damn medication, because it works for you.
***
At Squares last night, I was passing out Terrible Square Dance Valentines. They said things like "I think you're Dixie Grand" and "Why don't you Scoot Back over here, Valentine?". I came up with the idea, Nurit and Genni and I wrote them, and Nurit actually did all the hard work making them and cutting them out. Best roommates.
It was totally boss to watch the looks on people's faces, confused, amused, and entertained. I liked it when people laughed. <3
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My Twitter usage has dropped sharply off. The unseen side effect of that is that my webcomics reading has also dropped --I haven't been consistent in months (need to do so!) but there were several more comics that I was reading that I learned of updates via Twitter. Need to rearrange things so I'm active again.
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Sparr left around noon yesterday. He gifted me a soldering iron, which is a pretty great Valentine's Day present despite the practical reason behind it (he didn't want to take it on the plane.)
He's actively looking to move up here. I have a lot of thoughts about that, but most of them are too complicated to put down in this post. We'll go with "whee!" and "hm, well this complicates things, but then again so does everything else."
***
That's about all I've got, really. In closing, go post me some excellent and very short porn!. I've been getting a lot of fanfic this year, so if like your only barrier to entry was that you can't write original stuff, know that's not a problem!
(Or better yet, if you hate fanfic, go write lots and lots of original stuff to drown it all out!)
Also, as non-English stands, I've had one person tease me with the potential of latin, and one person submit me a porn written entirely in Chicken. No, I don't really know how to feel about this either, other than the fact that people are clearly taking my Very Serious endeavor and making it into something silly.
I heartily approve.
~Sor
MOOP!
Part of this is that I am unmedicated. Bad Sor! Fix that right now.
It's very funny to me that I will be taking the Concerta regularly and start feeling kinda "well gee, why do I need this again, I don't want to be on drugs that I don't need!". Because then I will skip it for a day or two, and everything will be terrible and motivation is suddenly the single hardest concept ever created by man or god. "Maybe I am just coincidentally having bad days?" No Sor. No one has that many coincidences in a row. Take your damn medication, because it works for you.
***
At Squares last night, I was passing out Terrible Square Dance Valentines. They said things like "I think you're Dixie Grand" and "Why don't you Scoot Back over here, Valentine?". I came up with the idea, Nurit and Genni and I wrote them, and Nurit actually did all the hard work making them and cutting them out. Best roommates.
It was totally boss to watch the looks on people's faces, confused, amused, and entertained. I liked it when people laughed. <3
***
My Twitter usage has dropped sharply off. The unseen side effect of that is that my webcomics reading has also dropped --I haven't been consistent in months (need to do so!) but there were several more comics that I was reading that I learned of updates via Twitter. Need to rearrange things so I'm active again.
***
Sparr left around noon yesterday. He gifted me a soldering iron, which is a pretty great Valentine's Day present despite the practical reason behind it (he didn't want to take it on the plane.)
He's actively looking to move up here. I have a lot of thoughts about that, but most of them are too complicated to put down in this post. We'll go with "whee!" and "hm, well this complicates things, but then again so does everything else."
***
That's about all I've got, really. In closing, go post me some excellent and very short porn!. I've been getting a lot of fanfic this year, so if like your only barrier to entry was that you can't write original stuff, know that's not a problem!
(Or better yet, if you hate fanfic, go write lots and lots of original stuff to drown it all out!)
Also, as non-English stands, I've had one person tease me with the potential of latin, and one person submit me a porn written entirely in Chicken. No, I don't really know how to feel about this either, other than the fact that people are clearly taking my Very Serious endeavor and making it into something silly.
I heartily approve.
~Sor
MOOP!