Utterly random. I mean, you have no idea.
You know, I was thinking about how neat it would be to have a mini Groundhog Day scenario, in which I got a day where nothing counted. I could do whatever I wanted, then when I woke up the next morning no one would remember, and I would relive the day again.
Then I realized that I would probably just spend the day goofing off on the internet. Sad but true.
I'm finally making progress on the Merlin/Morgana fic that I've been trying to write. It's amazing how much easier it is to write a story once you realize what it wants to be. I thought it was supposed to be sparse and minimalist, no more than a double drabble. Turns out that the scene I was picturing wanted to be more than two hundred words, and it wanted to be just one scene in a longer fic. The more you know!
I have been having some very strange dreams. There was the one where I was vaguely disconcerted by the possible expired tofurky in my fridge. (Maybe it was planning something, I don't know.) Then there was the one I had last night. I was living in a condo right across from a Boulder restaurant called The Sink. My mother came over to visit and was really angry when she saw what a mess it was, because as it turns out, it was the condo I'm living in now that belongs to her husband. I could be forgiven for not knowing this, since it looked completely different and was a completely different location. Anyway, I ended up having a nervous breakdown in a bathtub (which for some reason was in the kitchen) in which I began to believe that all the characters that I write fanfic about were actually real. Then my mother came in and was all, "Do you really have to have a nervous breakdown now?" so I tried to stop... and then I woke up. I believe that dream to be a mix of a desire for hamburgers, writing fanfic late at night, and recently cleaning the bathtub.
I'd tell you about the dream I had while I was napping earlier this evening, but any dream after which one wakes up and thinks, "But why was the bestiality there?" is probably not a dream which should be shared with the public.
I am currently amusing myself with McSweeney's Lists. I particularly like Footnotes, Endnotes, and Parentheticals That Cost Me Marks on My Thesis, Less Popular Alternatives to First-Person Shooters, The Lesser-Known Slogans of Political Moderates, James Bond Films for the George W. Bush Era, and Rarely Used Parenthetical Statements. Also, for![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
b_hallward, Classes My Top-Tier Law School Should Have Offered as Warnings About the Profession.
La, la, la, I think that I'm done.
EDIT: Also, Things That Will Destroy My Heterosexual Marriage Long Before Gay Marriage Ever Will. Rabid dogs with chainsaws for tails: Indeed a serious threat to marriage.
Then I realized that I would probably just spend the day goofing off on the internet. Sad but true.
I'm finally making progress on the Merlin/Morgana fic that I've been trying to write. It's amazing how much easier it is to write a story once you realize what it wants to be. I thought it was supposed to be sparse and minimalist, no more than a double drabble. Turns out that the scene I was picturing wanted to be more than two hundred words, and it wanted to be just one scene in a longer fic. The more you know!
I have been having some very strange dreams. There was the one where I was vaguely disconcerted by the possible expired tofurky in my fridge. (Maybe it was planning something, I don't know.) Then there was the one I had last night. I was living in a condo right across from a Boulder restaurant called The Sink. My mother came over to visit and was really angry when she saw what a mess it was, because as it turns out, it was the condo I'm living in now that belongs to her husband. I could be forgiven for not knowing this, since it looked completely different and was a completely different location. Anyway, I ended up having a nervous breakdown in a bathtub (which for some reason was in the kitchen) in which I began to believe that all the characters that I write fanfic about were actually real. Then my mother came in and was all, "Do you really have to have a nervous breakdown now?" so I tried to stop... and then I woke up. I believe that dream to be a mix of a desire for hamburgers, writing fanfic late at night, and recently cleaning the bathtub.
I'd tell you about the dream I had while I was napping earlier this evening, but any dream after which one wakes up and thinks, "But why was the bestiality there?" is probably not a dream which should be shared with the public.
I am currently amusing myself with McSweeney's Lists. I particularly like Footnotes, Endnotes, and Parentheticals That Cost Me Marks on My Thesis, Less Popular Alternatives to First-Person Shooters, The Lesser-Known Slogans of Political Moderates, James Bond Films for the George W. Bush Era, and Rarely Used Parenthetical Statements. Also, for
b_hallward, Classes My Top-Tier Law School Should Have Offered as Warnings About the Profession.La, la, la, I think that I'm done.
EDIT: Also, Things That Will Destroy My Heterosexual Marriage Long Before Gay Marriage Ever Will. Rabid dogs with chainsaws for tails: Indeed a serious threat to marriage.