I'm hungry but repulsed by the thought of eating. I changed into sweatpants hours ago and haven't hit the bike yet.
Tonight is Thursday. I don't leave the apartment Thursday night. I don't talk to people Thursday night. If necessary, I'll speak to a pizza delivery man. But tonight it wasn't necessary because I had a leftover slice, and further food doesn't really appeal. Not even my Cadbury Mini-eggs, and those things are a force of nature.
The real trick is that sometimes, when I don't leave home for the evening, it gives me a headache. I can feel that headache building, but it's way past the point when I could rationally go out and do things. Also my tooshie is starting to hurt, which is a problem because I have to sit on a bike seat and pedal for a half hour in a few minutes.
I'm determined to finish this new script within the week. I've written, maybe, a page.
There are times when these Thursday nights feel like a waste of human experience. But it's just the way things are.
Felt like expressing that.
"I didn't want to start writing something of my own because to do that I'd have to start writing something. I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, 'You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I'm not your agent and I'm not your mommy, I'm a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?' and I really, really don't. I don't want any trouble. I'll go peaceable-like."
-Aaron Sorkin
Tonight is Thursday. I don't leave the apartment Thursday night. I don't talk to people Thursday night. If necessary, I'll speak to a pizza delivery man. But tonight it wasn't necessary because I had a leftover slice, and further food doesn't really appeal. Not even my Cadbury Mini-eggs, and those things are a force of nature.
The real trick is that sometimes, when I don't leave home for the evening, it gives me a headache. I can feel that headache building, but it's way past the point when I could rationally go out and do things. Also my tooshie is starting to hurt, which is a problem because I have to sit on a bike seat and pedal for a half hour in a few minutes.
I'm determined to finish this new script within the week. I've written, maybe, a page.
There are times when these Thursday nights feel like a waste of human experience. But it's just the way things are.
Felt like expressing that.
"I didn't want to start writing something of my own because to do that I'd have to start writing something. I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, 'You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I'm not your agent and I'm not your mommy, I'm a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?' and I really, really don't. I don't want any trouble. I'll go peaceable-like."
-Aaron Sorkin
The hockey game was good. Made me smile. Especially since I told Michael before the game that (when I was in the shower it just popped into my head) Regehr was going to get a goal assisted by Huselius. And he did.
er, I mean good.
I eat a crave cupcake by first eating the bottom nub and any top edge that has no icing. Then I get a better icing to cake ratio. After putting it in the fridge for a bit.
Of course, it's not just me. carla pointed out that FreakPirate and I were eating our cupcakes the same way when they were here.