Apologies for the sudden slowness in replying to comments in my last post. It had been my intention to try working on them today, but I was called into service as an emergency babysitter because my sister's boyfriend is an asshole who said he'd be home at 5 PM for my mom to drop off the baby so she could go out with a friend and then vanished on a fishing trip with nothing but a recorded message saying that there was no telling when he'd be home.

I don't mind babysitting Milla because she's quite good, but it did take up my entire evening and now it's after midnight, the magic time when I should be attempting sleep so that I can actually get up for work in the morning instead of rising from the dead, so to speak.

Milla, incidentally, thrashes (more or less) to the song "Jesus Built my Hotrod".

I keep feeling like I should post something, but I don't have much to say. I also haven't been feeling all that positive lately or to up to faking it, and bitching and whining is surprisingly tiresome to write (I can only imagine reading it).

Ergo, I will steal a writing meme from daegaer and see if that helps any.

List three stories you think I will never ever write, and I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.

In other news, my chicken order was fucked up in my favour and I was assured that no one would take it away from me (it's cooked exactly right), so that's all right.

Entry of a dubious nature
And so, I have fallen to the point of using vacation time to take my afternoons off until the end of next week pending an answer as to why I cannot stay awake for more than five hours straight (I'll push an extra hour for ice cream). I do not appear to have mono and my blood is apparently clean, but I still can't function if I don't nap a minimum of three hours in the afternoon. The cats would be happier about my being home if I gave them food. I would be happier about my being home if I were, you know, doing something enjoyable.

Not that sleep isn't enjoyable; quite the opposite, in fact. I just feel that it should take up fewer than twelve hours of my day, especially when I'm trying to make party invitations for Milla's first birthday (mainly for family and a couple of my sister's friends).

I do get some wicked-ass dreams though. I just wish they weren't in such quick succession so that I could remember them all and share the twisted and disturbing landscape of my mind. (The flesh-eating slime was pretty good. I was in a male body that time, I believe.)

In any event, I am a) lonely, b) somewhat disturbed that I have not really done anything on the writing front for a while, c) stuck with time in my hands, and d) lonely, so I'm stealing daegaer's "ask me shit about my fic" idea. If you have questions about anything that I have written - What was I thinking? Was I thinking? What was I on? - my writing process, or if you're looking for commentaries, now's the time to ask.

And if you don't want to ask, say hello anyway so I won't have to cuss you out in French.

Do not be alarmed...
Had another sleeping episode at work today. I didn't actually fall right to sleep, but I could see it coming and begged the rest of the day off. I slept most of the afternoon, but I'm still tired, so if I'm suddenly missing from AIM, e-mail or whatnot when you're actually expecting to see me, it's because I turned in early.

Comments off because I'll be really slow to answer and this mostly just a notice to anyone who might be looking for me.

Rat race
So, after spending an insane amount of time asleep last week, I have decided that I no longer want to go to work. I decide this several times per well, but my bills always convince me otherwise.

Actually, I'm starting to wonder why I bother showing up since, with chiro and dentist this week, I'm going to lose even more time.

That said, finishing early on Friday is very cool.

The weekend was...there. I had pleasant chats with people and walked into town where they had...stuff...going on for the city's 125th anniversary. Mostly vendors and local musicians and historical displays and such. Charity drives too. I ate a charity crêpe and bought red pepper jelly from Mary (not charity, but she gets her labels done with us and it's nice on melba toast with some cream cheese). I also went to see Speed Racer in the second-run theatre and it is as close to live action cartoons as I have seen thus far. It was me and three fathers with their little boys, so I sort of stood out and the ticket boy smirked at me, but I don't care. It was a fun way to spend the afternoon.

And then I had to come back to reality, which was considerably less interesting, but there you are.

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