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Day 795: Straight Back To Nothing
Jul. 29th, 2009 06:51 pmYay for obscure song titles! I'm guessing no one on my f-list will have half a clue who sang that song. It's all right.
So...Monday was a long day. A whole lot of me editing an article and reading/weeding through cases to see if I could find anything useful for my boss, but there wasn't much. I went to FHE and had fun with the lesson, played a little beach volleyball, and played some piano. It's like my life has come full circle. All the stuff I used to do in high school - martial arts, play the drums, dance, play piano - is coming back into life. I didn't stick around long and spent the rest of the evening writing and goofing off. I also watched some True Blood, but I didn't actually like it. It probably doesn't help that super-hot vampire protagonist guy reminds me of an ex-boyfriend - if that ex-boyfriend had been actually handsome. Maybe the whole vampire thing is oversaturated at this point. I did call my doctor, and despite there being some really weird stuff going on in my brain, none of it is actually lethal and so I should keep trying with the medicine she gave me and get a scan in a year in case that thing that looks benign has actually been growing. If I'm really paranoid, I'll see a neurologist. I don't really want to see a neurologist, because I don't like tests, but I think it'll make mom feel better.
I stayed up pretty late writing letters, because I failed to get to them on Monday.
Tuesday was an awesome day in the weirdest way possible. I spent a good deal of the day editing, and then a three-hour meeting at my boss's house, most of which was with a pen-wielding three-year-old on my lap trying to drip water on my drafts. We got some good work in, though, but after the meeting I was hungry so I went home and ate, and then I went to Amber's. For girl's night. Lindsey was supposed to be there, but she ended up doing the ultimate frisbee thing, which sorta made me sad, because I need to hang out with Lindsey more. We talked a bit of baseball, watched 27 Dresses, and then talked about work, baseball, and boys. My mother thinks I should make my own judgments about this boy who has asked me out, but it has been my past experience that when friends warn me about a boy, I should listen. Usually I didn't listen until it was too late, and that never ended well for me. Also, I remember being on the other end, the one doling out the warnings but being ignored, classical Greek Cassandra style, until it was too late and I got to watch the world go down in flames.
Before I went to Amber's, I consumed an entire can of Dr. Pepper. My friends who know me will probably be thinking "you did what?" but I had a lot of editing to do on that article, a whole bunch of police reports and BOEs to sift through, plus some mad crazy formatting, and I knew I'd be up a while. I chatted intermittently with friends, which was good, and Ericka decided she wanted in on the writing game, so there was random fun going on. I'm worried about Daniel, who is crazy stressed out worrying about a girl. I wouldn't ordinarily say this, but last night his mom was right to force-feed him a couple of valium, or he'd have been battling moose to cross the Canadian border and be all knight in tin-foil armour.
Once work was done the caffeine had not worn off, so I wrote a bit and then went to bed. It was...therapeutic, though, to be up that late. Even though I'm alone almost all day, every day, there's something about the small hours of the night that lends itself to introspection better than usual. Something about being up in the middle of the night for me is...zen. Everything takes itself back to zero, and from there, everything is possibilities.
Even though I barely got any sleep, once I hauled myself out of bed I was wide awake and ready to face the day. I did some morning exercises (I do need a real, if brief, morning exercise routine) and then bounced off to the work meeting. Which lasted for three hours. It was at the office, so I didn't have to fend off any toddlers, and we got more work done. Leah asked if I was sick of this, and I sort of am, but she's right - at the end of my summer, I won't just have "experience", I'll have something resembling a byline (hopefully) in the August edition of the NSBA magazine. I was crazy hungry, so I had ramen for lunch, and then I worked, and then I took a two-hour nap. I woke up and worked some more - got some snail mail from law enforcement agencies, even though the poor survey seems to have faded and died in the wake of article deadlines - and then went to meet the sister missionaries. Only our contact cancelled, so I headed back to the gym and worked out.
For an hour. I danced for the first half hour, sword and zills and all. A man I've seen randomly around the building came to work out just after I got done with my dancing, and then he left while I was attempting to practice for ninjitsu. (My kicks are full of lame. I need repetition training, seriously.) A woman showed up while I was practicing rolls and break falls. She had the cutest puppy, but it was hyper, so she decided to let it calm down before working out, and once she was gone...oooh. I got out my bokken, and...yeah. I really need to do forms more often. They're so relaxing and meditative.
I'm feeling pretty awesome right now, actually. I got work done, I worked out, and my head is...clear. Clearer than it has been in a while, given that I got barely any sleep.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Three things I learned today:
1 - southeastern Nebraska is the state hellmouth.
2 - thirteen years of fiction writing + two years of writing for law school ≠ journalistic writings skills. At all.
3 - you can never go wrong with puppy therapy.
I genuinely cannot tell which brother this is. Instinct says it's CT, but people say it's Bobby.
So...Monday was a long day. A whole lot of me editing an article and reading/weeding through cases to see if I could find anything useful for my boss, but there wasn't much. I went to FHE and had fun with the lesson, played a little beach volleyball, and played some piano. It's like my life has come full circle. All the stuff I used to do in high school - martial arts, play the drums, dance, play piano - is coming back into life. I didn't stick around long and spent the rest of the evening writing and goofing off. I also watched some True Blood, but I didn't actually like it. It probably doesn't help that super-hot vampire protagonist guy reminds me of an ex-boyfriend - if that ex-boyfriend had been actually handsome. Maybe the whole vampire thing is oversaturated at this point. I did call my doctor, and despite there being some really weird stuff going on in my brain, none of it is actually lethal and so I should keep trying with the medicine she gave me and get a scan in a year in case that thing that looks benign has actually been growing. If I'm really paranoid, I'll see a neurologist. I don't really want to see a neurologist, because I don't like tests, but I think it'll make mom feel better.
I stayed up pretty late writing letters, because I failed to get to them on Monday.
Tuesday was an awesome day in the weirdest way possible. I spent a good deal of the day editing, and then a three-hour meeting at my boss's house, most of which was with a pen-wielding three-year-old on my lap trying to drip water on my drafts. We got some good work in, though, but after the meeting I was hungry so I went home and ate, and then I went to Amber's. For girl's night. Lindsey was supposed to be there, but she ended up doing the ultimate frisbee thing, which sorta made me sad, because I need to hang out with Lindsey more. We talked a bit of baseball, watched 27 Dresses, and then talked about work, baseball, and boys. My mother thinks I should make my own judgments about this boy who has asked me out, but it has been my past experience that when friends warn me about a boy, I should listen. Usually I didn't listen until it was too late, and that never ended well for me. Also, I remember being on the other end, the one doling out the warnings but being ignored, classical Greek Cassandra style, until it was too late and I got to watch the world go down in flames.
Before I went to Amber's, I consumed an entire can of Dr. Pepper. My friends who know me will probably be thinking "you did what?" but I had a lot of editing to do on that article, a whole bunch of police reports and BOEs to sift through, plus some mad crazy formatting, and I knew I'd be up a while. I chatted intermittently with friends, which was good, and Ericka decided she wanted in on the writing game, so there was random fun going on. I'm worried about Daniel, who is crazy stressed out worrying about a girl. I wouldn't ordinarily say this, but last night his mom was right to force-feed him a couple of valium, or he'd have been battling moose to cross the Canadian border and be all knight in tin-foil armour.
Once work was done the caffeine had not worn off, so I wrote a bit and then went to bed. It was...therapeutic, though, to be up that late. Even though I'm alone almost all day, every day, there's something about the small hours of the night that lends itself to introspection better than usual. Something about being up in the middle of the night for me is...zen. Everything takes itself back to zero, and from there, everything is possibilities.
Even though I barely got any sleep, once I hauled myself out of bed I was wide awake and ready to face the day. I did some morning exercises (I do need a real, if brief, morning exercise routine) and then bounced off to the work meeting. Which lasted for three hours. It was at the office, so I didn't have to fend off any toddlers, and we got more work done. Leah asked if I was sick of this, and I sort of am, but she's right - at the end of my summer, I won't just have "experience", I'll have something resembling a byline (hopefully) in the August edition of the NSBA magazine. I was crazy hungry, so I had ramen for lunch, and then I worked, and then I took a two-hour nap. I woke up and worked some more - got some snail mail from law enforcement agencies, even though the poor survey seems to have faded and died in the wake of article deadlines - and then went to meet the sister missionaries. Only our contact cancelled, so I headed back to the gym and worked out.
For an hour. I danced for the first half hour, sword and zills and all. A man I've seen randomly around the building came to work out just after I got done with my dancing, and then he left while I was attempting to practice for ninjitsu. (My kicks are full of lame. I need repetition training, seriously.) A woman showed up while I was practicing rolls and break falls. She had the cutest puppy, but it was hyper, so she decided to let it calm down before working out, and once she was gone...oooh. I got out my bokken, and...yeah. I really need to do forms more often. They're so relaxing and meditative.
I'm feeling pretty awesome right now, actually. I got work done, I worked out, and my head is...clear. Clearer than it has been in a while, given that I got barely any sleep.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Three things I learned today:
1 - southeastern Nebraska is the state hellmouth.
2 - thirteen years of fiction writing + two years of writing for law school ≠ journalistic writings skills. At all.
3 - you can never go wrong with puppy therapy.
I genuinely cannot tell which brother this is. Instinct says it's CT, but people say it's Bobby.
