On sexy:
morrigan
incommune
(7:03:26 PM) Odin: thats to sexy what stupid little soaps you're not allowed to use is to a bathroom.

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PS:
morrigan
incommune
On having a vivid imagination:

(6:00:01 PM) thisseverance: That image is just perfect.
(6:00:13 PM) thisseverance: You, running into hills, clutching your groin.
(6:00:33 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Singing Iron Maiden.
(6:00:36 PM) thisseverance: yes.
(6:00:44 PM) thisseverance: RUN TO THE HILLS
(6:00:46 PM) thisseverance: RUN FOR YOUR WAAAAANG
(6:00:50 PM) jesusmcmurphy: RUN FOR YOU...
(6:00:55 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Wow.

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On respect in relationships:
morrigan
incommune
(5:58:00 PM) jesusmcmurphy: If I hit you, I'd run for the hills with my hands cupping my bollocks.

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On Science:
morrigan
incommune
(5:43:26 PM) jesusmcmurphy: The LHC is postponed again. Thought you should know.
(5:44:49 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Probably your fault anyways
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Entire.
flying raven
incommune
I cannot reiterate how much more enjoyable my free time is when I have a job. I'm enjoying work; it's nice to get out, nice not to be alone with my thoughts all twenty four hours of the day, nice to have a strong and reasonable impetus to put aside all of those other things (however pressing they are to my personal psyche) to focus on something that is simple, totally without drama or complication. I know how to do my job; I know how to do my job well. It's very, very black and white, and there are answers readily at hand when I have questions. This is a good world to live in, forty or so hours out of the week.

I'm completely exhausted, this afternoon, having started walking to work at a little after 445 AM for my first opening shift. My feet ache. I'm very glad to be off of them. That I have this evening in, private, quiet is a good thing. Mental preparation for tomorrow, the NaNoWriMo kickoff at midnight (oh, also Halloween but I don't have any related plans). I'm going to retouch my henna, do my nails, spend some time taking care of my skin (which I haven't been, shamefully, and it's showing). All this amid the comfortable weight of quite a bit of writing, and writing-related work. I need to edit for BF, there are bits and pieces bubbling up to my brain for Athlacarta, and I can feel myself reserving flashes of insight into the new novel (for next month, for November: it's called Sounding). These are all good things.

So, that is all. I'm home in the quiet, anxiously awaiting my date with several very dangerous muses once I've concluded the other work that awaits me this evening (job number 2 requires some attention this afternoon).

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On Brilliance:
morrigan
incommune
(10:21:53 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Woah.
(10:22:00 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Food and sex at the same time.
(10:22:06 PM) jesusmcmurphy: Holy shit.
(10:22:14 PM) jesusmcmurphy: holyshitholyshitholyshit.
(10:22:17 PM) jesusmcmurphy: I'm a genius.
(10:22:27 PM) thisseverance: ... you think you're the first person to come up with that?
(10:22:50 PM) jesusmcmurphy: You think that other people and their thoughts matter to me?

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Plot thoughts.
morrigan
incommune
Hmm. So, I have Children of Men on loan from Netflix this week. I watched (and enjoyed) most of it the other night. But I sortof... wandered away and didn't watch the end. It was playing for a while in the background after I had wandered away... so I have a pretty good idea of what was happening through most of the end of the flick. I haven't seen (or heard) the very end, so maybe there's a magnificent plot twist (don't tell me, I may watch it yet tonight) that I'm just not aware of. But that brings me to an interesting observation.

When the movie's action 'intensified', I got bored, and was no longer engaged enough to be glued to the screen, or pausing the film when I got up to get more cider so that I didn't miss anything. I got up to just glance at my email and ended up more engaged in doing nothing on the computer. It ceased being important. They lost my interest. I stopped caring. The struggle against the war setting was going on, there was lots of shouting and gunfire. Action for the sake of action bores me very quickly, and has no tension whatsoever to keep me engaged. I'm not totally sure where I fell off the attention-train on this one, or what caused me to, but I'm thinking about it, because I want to know what not to do in my writing.

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Malcontents.
morrigan
incommune
I'm tired. I've been considering going to bed for more than an hour. I feel too restless and cranky to sleep. I am probably restless and cranky because I'm tired.

Not being able to see the person I'd like to go see on the east coast is beginning to wear. Really, not being able to plan any travel really sucks right now because there's more visiting than just that I'd like to accomplish, but that one stings particularly because it's a little more sensitive attachment. It's been more than two months. I knew it was going to be a while when we split ways last time, but at the time, I'd planned on at least having a plan at this point... I'd hoped to at least have an idea of when we'd next have an opportunity to intersect, and so far, that's still over the horizon for an indefinite period. That makes me want to cry a little. Or, in fact, just cry, as the case may be.

I'm going to go lay down. It's definitely been one of those 'I will try again tomorrow' evenings.

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Bang, bang.
morrigan
incommune
Wow. Today, eventually, rendered me totally undone by a headache. And I do mean totally.

Headaches. I get them, sometimes. They're a fact of life. Not a major one... I don't have them ALL the time. And I don't 'have migraines'. I guess that's what I got today? Anyway. I woke up with a headache. A mere mortal headache. It's never a good sign when I do; sleep is normally the cure so when sleep is the cause I know something is wrong in my world. I was not, however, surprised - see my last post for the rest of the state I woke up in.

It sort of came and went throughout the day. Bad enough to mention, not bad enough to stop me from doing anything. I did notice a little light sensitivity when I went for a breakfast sandwich this morning. It was very sunny - that bright Autumn sunlight when the air is clear. And I've been a bit of a troglodyte the last few days, so again, this didn't really surprise me. It wasn't BAD; just... whoa! Squinty bright. And then I got used to it and had forgotten by the time I got to coffee.

I felt worse by the time I drove up to my grandparents' house for supper. I'd already half-abdicated cooking the whole meal tonight, my cousin was bringing up wings and I was just going to get some side dishes rolling and make sure they didn't need anything. I bailed, however, before my cousin got there with supper (a little later than anticipated) and was in tears before I even got on the freeway between Coralville and Iowa City. Got home. Dropped my things very randomly around the house, ended up half naked from struggling out of any constrictive clothing, curled into the fetal position underneath all my blankets and bawled helplessly for a while. (Note: I have never in my life been moved to tears by a headache.) I eventually made it up, fumbled around in my things until I found a pill bottle with one Advil (my preferred painkiller) and two extra-strength Tylenol (I took those on the recommendation of a friend). Went back to bed and cried some more. Eventually fell asleep for about an hour and woke up feeling... mostly normal again. My head still feels -funny-, not uncommon when I've painkillered away a headache. Like, the headache is still there I've just rerouted my bodily understanding around a critical receptor or something.

Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out what that was all about. In the last couple of weeks I've been eating lightly, but reasonably well. Very little all-premade or 'out' food, mostly home-cooked meals, plenty of protein, a decent amount of vegetables, lots of carbs --

[we interrupt this broadcast with one of my kitten's favourite attention-getting mechanisms, to wedge his little face in between my hands on the keyboard. If I had a third party here, I'd photograph it - it's adorable]

anyway, yes, lots of carbs. I eat a lot of carbs. I've even been getting a fairly balanced amount of dairy, lately (never been a trouble for me; I don't have any food allergies. Or. Other allergies. 'cept maybe annoying kitten allergies). Milk is something I rarely consume because I simply don't like it by itself which is sad for my probable lack of calcium, but I've been eating cereal with milk pretty regularly. Like, regularly enough that it has been stocked in my fridge. Preemptively even so I don't run out. In the last several days I've been trying to drink more water, because I've been quite thirsty in the evenings. It's probably still not as much as I -should- be drinking, but I have been putting down several cups throughout the day. (I drank two earlier this evening when I was still at my grandparents' place in hopes that would help. It didnt).

I'm sortof craving eggs. Now. Like they're one of the only things that sounds good to eat at the moment. I just had one crispy fried in butter and that went down very very happily (I might in fact have another before I go to bed, considering that I substituted a late bagel with jam for a decent dinner). I wonder what the complaint is? Maybe I should start taking a vitamin?

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Bitter mornings.
morrigan
incommune
Ok.

Deep breath.

We've swung back into one of those periods where my normally more minor degree of insomnia falls apart into usually waking up feeling substantially worse than I went to sleep. Forget sleeping solidly through the night. It's been months since I had one of those. Oh well. But mercy, I wish the nightmares/night terrors would give up on me. If I'm going to wake up several times during the small hours, I would rather not do so panicked, disoriented, and unable to make sense of where I am or why in my own apartment.

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