What this translates to: not good. It translates to backsliding.
Monday- yesterday- was nerve rattling and exhausting in a number of ways I can't begin to get into right now. My brain gears have completely stopped turning on their own. I've had to start grabbing every cog and turning it by hand, forcing the rust to flake and dust down on my face and choke me.
Yeah, fine, call me dramatic. But that won't give me back six days of not posting, or the several days before that. Another way of putting it, I'm in the center of a frozen lake barefoot, scrambling to catch my balance, freezing my ass off, and the sound of cracking ice has made me keenly aware that spring is coming, and that my lazy complaining arse has become a lead weight. No one should have to carry me, but I have no idea how the fuck I'm going to get back to shore in time.
Spent the morning whipping up some HTML code for my project, in case I have to go dark and give up. Who knows how long it takes for them to take those pages down. Until they did, blackness. That's all folks. Nothing to see here.
That'd be a relief, actually. Sure, it'd be a drag at first listening to people tell me I gave up too easily, but then again, their disappointment would fade. Something else would certainly grab their attention. How long could I disappear without anyone noticing?
It's a good question.
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You know what? Blogging is <em>fun</em>. I see why people do this, it's just like shouting at a wall until your throat hurts. Except I probably won't have to make as much tea, and my voice will sound less gravely.
My wall will be so lonely now.
- Z
<em><strong>Today's question: </strong> </em> <em>Do you like Mondays? How was yours?</em>
Today's question: Do you like Mondays? How was yours?
Slow and unproductive but ended on a good note. Got some advice about the source of my typos I think I may take to heart and see what happens.
You know what? Blogging is fun. I see why people do this, it's just like shouting at a wall until your throat hurts. Except I probably won't have to make as much tea, and my voice will sound less gravely.
My wall will be so lonely now.
Well, the fact is you could always do both. I find if I look long and hard at my wall the natural patterns in the plaster start to actually bother me. Quite upsetting.
Mondays are usually okay by me, because i expect them to suck, or to run into something or lose the most important piece of information, etc. also - i enjoy it when other people take the crap that comes with a monday personally. I have contacts now, that helped Monday be funny. next monday? i get my eyes dilated. Oooo!
tinted ones are fun! but for now, i just get the regular old ones. i got kind of tired of people being distracted by my eye color. though i was thinking of getting brown tinted ones. for a change.
i really want to do the cat eye ones, perhaps someday, i will.