I just have to get that stupid ANTM gif off the top of my page. It's kind of worn out its welcome.
Not that I have much to say right now. Work is super-busy and I have to get up super-early tomorrow morning and my head kind of hurts right now and it's raining and I'm just pining for a good ol' fashioned day of sitting on my ass, curled up in a blanket.
Actually, I'd like a good day of writing. I've been craving a good writing day lately and weather like this is perfect for it. Some of my favorite memories of grad school (eesh, it still seems weird to talk about it in the past tense) are of sitting in Cafe Melange on a gray and gloomy, rainy Saturday or Sunday, working on a short story while sipping on hot coffee and listening to Death Cab for Cutie on repeat through my headphones.
I've been writing at home mostly and that's just not the same -I never seem to get quite as focused. I really need to get back to a cafe to be productive but this weekend and the next are out of the question....probably by the time I do make it out it'll be full-on spring - sunny and hot. Cafe Melange is always hot in the spring and summer - even with the A.C. because those giant windows in the loft just magnify the warmth.
Anyway.
Alright, I think I've succeeded in moving Ms. Rebecca's rolling eyes down a few inches. It's still early but I think I'm off to bed - well after a beer and a run through today's paper and maybe the Daily Show - because I have to be up before six a.m., which frankly is just inhuman but I don't have a choice in the matter.
Not that I have much to say right now. Work is super-busy and I have to get up super-early tomorrow morning and my head kind of hurts right now and it's raining and I'm just pining for a good ol' fashioned day of sitting on my ass, curled up in a blanket.
Actually, I'd like a good day of writing. I've been craving a good writing day lately and weather like this is perfect for it. Some of my favorite memories of grad school (eesh, it still seems weird to talk about it in the past tense) are of sitting in Cafe Melange on a gray and gloomy, rainy Saturday or Sunday, working on a short story while sipping on hot coffee and listening to Death Cab for Cutie on repeat through my headphones.
I've been writing at home mostly and that's just not the same -I never seem to get quite as focused. I really need to get back to a cafe to be productive but this weekend and the next are out of the question....probably by the time I do make it out it'll be full-on spring - sunny and hot. Cafe Melange is always hot in the spring and summer - even with the A.C. because those giant windows in the loft just magnify the warmth.
Anyway.
Alright, I think I've succeeded in moving Ms. Rebecca's rolling eyes down a few inches. It's still early but I think I'm off to bed - well after a beer and a run through today's paper and maybe the Daily Show - because I have to be up before six a.m., which frankly is just inhuman but I don't have a choice in the matter.

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