Today is clearly a strange and novel day: I am out of bed before my mother. XD I'm going to finish my breakfast, dust my bookshelves (they are in Sore Need) and then settle in to hopefully finish off the beginning of Conductor (and, if there's a god, not get distracted and try to do something silly like scening the rest of the book at this point because that would be madness).
Also, what the fuck, America, are you fucking serious.
"Fashion statements may seem insignificant, but when they lead to the mainstreaming of violence - unintentionally or not - they matter"? Wtffffff, there are no words.This
is simultaneously hilarious and horrifying, because I love Piccolo but you all know about my lack of good feelings for Light. (Also, I know that as far as fusion naming conventions go, Lightolo is accurate, but I still think it should be Piccolight purely to account for the fact that Piccolo is awesome and this fusion is clearly just a lightweight, humanised version. ...is it sad that I find the tall green alien with antennae more attractive than the Japanese man in a suit? Even with Toriyama's art style?)
Hee, it is misting prettily outside. ♥ I love this sort of weather.
X3 And now it is raining properly and everything is excellent. It is hilarious how gleeful the rain makes me.
On the other hand, my eye twitch is back. I don't remember noticing it very much yesterday, so this is kind of disappointing. I got decent sleep and everything! Totally unfair. Ah well.
Bloody hell, what is it with me and my obsession with death and immortality? It just occurred to me that, unfortunately, there is another story sitting about, waiting to be unravelled. I'll have to add it to the list. ( Actually, since the last list was on LJ, I should probably make a new list. )
There are probably more, but I can't remember them all at present. They'll crop up.
I think that's all of them, but gods only know.
In any case, I have to say, it's kind of stupidly exciting to get to sit here and write, properly, without having to go anywhere or do anything else. To have this as a priority. It's... giddying, really. I'm not hugging myself or anything, because I don't, really - I rub my face on things - but I do keep sort of sitting here just grinning to myself.
I love 'Orpheus in the Underworld'. I really do. I wish I could go back to an ensemble and learn to play it with other people again. I can't play for crap at the moment, and it makes me very sad.
In other news, in searching for the list of novels that I made myself on LJ some time ago, I found this
post, which involved me saying, right down the bottom, "I can't possibly keep up the murder fic for 50k." HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *headdesk* I like jinxing myself, don't I? XD How much longer is Bonnie and Clyde destined to be? Another fifty thousand? Another hundred thousand? Who knows
(I should probably make a list of the fic that I intend to finish at some point, too. I had one, once, but I suspect things have changed since then.)
Have made some headway on both synopsis and Conductor so far. Should have synopsis done before too long, and will probably be done enough with Conductor draft to wing it the way of Meat Bamboo for Heavy Critique so that I can move on to the interview and some Japanese study. And Half Jack, which is going to be a fucking nightmare, although not as nightmarish if I hadn't been so painstaking about planning it all.
Anyway. Resolutely Not Panicking. Onward.