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May. 7th, 2007
I excel in both content and deliverance
May. 7th, 2007 06:49 pmThere's an attorney here that ends most every letter with the final sentence "I await word." It cracks me up every time. I think I will start using it myself.
Sunday was about the laziest day I've had in a long, long time. I didn't get home on Saturday night until 2 am, do to extremely unfortunate public transportation failing. I thought about taking a cab home from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vfc's because I was nearly falling asleep on her couch anyway, but I thought, no, I should save the money. So I take a bus to Belmont and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and after 50 minutes of waiting in the cold, I got $20 out of an ATM and took a cab. If I was going to pay the money, I could have cabbed it way earlier and been in bed by then! Oh well. Other than that misfortune, Saturday was a pretty spectacular day (breakfast, sex, writing group, long phone catchup with Damon, hanging out with Liza), so I will remember those things instead. But the point of the bus thing is that I went to bed really late and actually slept until nearly 11 am. I got up, dazy, took Sophie on a brief walk, and returned home and pretty much stayed there, by the window all day, doing crossword puzzles, reading fluff, playing Psychonauts, finishing a movie. Then suddenly it was 9 pm. And I hadn't written all day. And I wasn't about to start. I decided it was a wash, I'd let it go. Today I was back on schedule, up at 6 am, went for a run, had breakfast, and wrote for a full hour. Not just because magdalene1 was sitting across from me in the coffee shop either, though it didn't hurt. We did some poking around and it was such a perfect weather hooky day, sunshiney and warm and quiet and slow, but I think after my inertia Sunday, I was antsy to get some errands and things done.
Now I'm in the office and its quiet and everyone here seems to be moving slow. Maybe its not just me. Maybe its cosmic. Maybe its seasonal. I wonder how summer will be here in the evenings, if it will often be quiet because of summer hours, and I will one of the few seeing the sun go down through the buildings of downtown. I'll need to start bringing more to do while here.
Lately I've had the urge to get in a car and drive to a remote town and rent a motel room for a week, engaging in some sort of binge while there. Maybe it would be a beach town. Maybe this will be my late summer writing vacation.
Sunday was about the laziest day I've had in a long, long time. I didn't get home on Saturday night until 2 am, do to extremely unfortunate public transportation failing. I thought about taking a cab home from
vfc's because I was nearly falling asleep on her couch anyway, but I thought, no, I should save the money. So I take a bus to Belmont and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and after 50 minutes of waiting in the cold, I got $20 out of an ATM and took a cab. If I was going to pay the money, I could have cabbed it way earlier and been in bed by then! Oh well. Other than that misfortune, Saturday was a pretty spectacular day (breakfast, sex, writing group, long phone catchup with Damon, hanging out with Liza), so I will remember those things instead. But the point of the bus thing is that I went to bed really late and actually slept until nearly 11 am. I got up, dazy, took Sophie on a brief walk, and returned home and pretty much stayed there, by the window all day, doing crossword puzzles, reading fluff, playing Psychonauts, finishing a movie. Then suddenly it was 9 pm. And I hadn't written all day. And I wasn't about to start. I decided it was a wash, I'd let it go. Today I was back on schedule, up at 6 am, went for a run, had breakfast, and wrote for a full hour. Not just because magdalene1 was sitting across from me in the coffee shop either, though it didn't hurt. We did some poking around and it was such a perfect weather hooky day, sunshiney and warm and quiet and slow, but I think after my inertia Sunday, I was antsy to get some errands and things done. Now I'm in the office and its quiet and everyone here seems to be moving slow. Maybe its not just me. Maybe its cosmic. Maybe its seasonal. I wonder how summer will be here in the evenings, if it will often be quiet because of summer hours, and I will one of the few seeing the sun go down through the buildings of downtown. I'll need to start bringing more to do while here.
Lately I've had the urge to get in a car and drive to a remote town and rent a motel room for a week, engaging in some sort of binge while there. Maybe it would be a beach town. Maybe this will be my late summer writing vacation.