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I don't feel like going to work
Jun. 6th, 2008 01:49 pmWhich I suppose is nothing unusual. I messed up this lost-in-mail thing yesterday and by today someone will surely have noticed. I hate being so sucky at my job, and I wish more of the paperwork and stuff made sense to me or that I could remember more. It's one of those rare times that I feel like a person with head trauma and not just plain old Wednes. Ah well...at least I have a decent job for now.
Today we're sending the check for the commercial. It's going to run for a total of 6 weeks plus one product placement, which is where Mac is reading my book during a skit, probably talking about how much he likes it. They start running this coming Saturday, during the midnight to 1:30am time slot. So all you local types should try and watch. More importantly, you should buy the book if you haven't already.
I have the whole weekend off, and I think I have enough figured out about my serial killer that I can try to get some damn writing done. With all the reading and TV watching I've been doing I haven't been writing much at all. That is bad. I want to have this novel done in time to start something new for NaNoWriMo in November. That sounds like a long time, but in writing-time, it's really not.
My buddy Steve loaned me a book about Toxic Parents. Reading it is making me mad, which is to say it's putting my in touch with the anger that I take drugs so as not to have to deal with. I had a loud argument with myself last night while high, with my little brother. It was fairly evil, I was reminded of the time he told me I was "fatter than Roseanne" and it "made him sick". My brother. Said this in front of my mom and her husband who sat there nodding as if there was no other truth in the world. Since picking up this dratted book, I've been thinking about lots of things like that. It makes me wish I could afford some more EMDR. I guess it's good that I have a therapist still.
It's literally 90 fucking degrees outside. That is, I'm sorry to say, too damn hot. I'm afraid to go out there.
Oh yeah,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
psychswitch texted me last night. I miss that dude. I'm trying to figure out when I can have a party soon, probably after Honore comes to town. She is coming sometime next month, I think.
Today we're sending the check for the commercial. It's going to run for a total of 6 weeks plus one product placement, which is where Mac is reading my book during a skit, probably talking about how much he likes it. They start running this coming Saturday, during the midnight to 1:30am time slot. So all you local types should try and watch. More importantly, you should buy the book if you haven't already.
I have the whole weekend off, and I think I have enough figured out about my serial killer that I can try to get some damn writing done. With all the reading and TV watching I've been doing I haven't been writing much at all. That is bad. I want to have this novel done in time to start something new for NaNoWriMo in November. That sounds like a long time, but in writing-time, it's really not.
My buddy Steve loaned me a book about Toxic Parents. Reading it is making me mad, which is to say it's putting my in touch with the anger that I take drugs so as not to have to deal with. I had a loud argument with myself last night while high, with my little brother. It was fairly evil, I was reminded of the time he told me I was "fatter than Roseanne" and it "made him sick". My brother. Said this in front of my mom and her husband who sat there nodding as if there was no other truth in the world. Since picking up this dratted book, I've been thinking about lots of things like that. It makes me wish I could afford some more EMDR. I guess it's good that I have a therapist still.
It's literally 90 fucking degrees outside. That is, I'm sorry to say, too damn hot. I'm afraid to go out there.
Oh yeah,
psychswitch texted me last night. I miss that dude. I'm trying to figure out when I can have a party soon, probably after Honore comes to town. She is coming sometime next month, I think.
