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Sep. 8th, 2005 12:36 pmI've been temporally out of sync all day. I keep thinking Lucky will be home any minute....
I think it's that I woke up at six, which I used to do on a regular basis but hardly ever do anymore because I stay up a lot later than I ever have in my life. The hours of ten pm to one am are really the only time I get to myself to do exactly as I please. Yes, I'm alone at home all day, but since my sibs are at school I now do all the chores in addition to jobsearching and catering to the every whim of Dog, most spoilt pet in the universe. I'm okay with doing all the chores since hey, I have the time to do them. I do write and chat while jobsearching, which keeps me sane. I positively enjoy the cooking. But it still means that those pesky muscles at the back of my neck don't relax until everyone else in the house is asleep, or at least pretending. It's no coincidence that about 3/4 of every chapter of CC is written at ten at night.
Anyway, where was I going with this....um, maybe nowhere. Actually I think I was just whining.
Mum asked me this morning what I wanted for my birthday and I told her I wanted a job. She's taking the middle ground and pitching in on plane tickets since I'm basically travelling for three weeks straight in October while I network like a mofo. I'm hoping the sibs took the hint and went in together on the only other thing I need right now, which is the collected season one of House MD on DVD. I may buy myself some paid time on the Storyteller archive, too; it doesn't actually need any of the features paid time gets you, but LJ won't let me pay-per-icon. :D
Twenty-six is far more frightening than twenty-five. I think it's probably just because I'm not in school or employed; being 25 and in grad school is awesome, but being 26, unemployed, and living with my parents is the start of every serial killer profile ever.
I think it's that I woke up at six, which I used to do on a regular basis but hardly ever do anymore because I stay up a lot later than I ever have in my life. The hours of ten pm to one am are really the only time I get to myself to do exactly as I please. Yes, I'm alone at home all day, but since my sibs are at school I now do all the chores in addition to jobsearching and catering to the every whim of Dog, most spoilt pet in the universe. I'm okay with doing all the chores since hey, I have the time to do them. I do write and chat while jobsearching, which keeps me sane. I positively enjoy the cooking. But it still means that those pesky muscles at the back of my neck don't relax until everyone else in the house is asleep, or at least pretending. It's no coincidence that about 3/4 of every chapter of CC is written at ten at night.
Anyway, where was I going with this....um, maybe nowhere. Actually I think I was just whining.
Mum asked me this morning what I wanted for my birthday and I told her I wanted a job. She's taking the middle ground and pitching in on plane tickets since I'm basically travelling for three weeks straight in October while I network like a mofo. I'm hoping the sibs took the hint and went in together on the only other thing I need right now, which is the collected season one of House MD on DVD. I may buy myself some paid time on the Storyteller archive, too; it doesn't actually need any of the features paid time gets you, but LJ won't let me pay-per-icon. :D
Twenty-six is far more frightening than twenty-five. I think it's probably just because I'm not in school or employed; being 25 and in grad school is awesome, but being 26, unemployed, and living with my parents is the start of every serial killer profile ever.
