Sad state of things
Work = Making me cranky
Blog = Forgotten
New Novel = Collecting dust (inside my computer)
Will to do anything except play video games and/or drink heavily = Missing
Tonight's dinner = Saltines & Grand Marnier
Where sexually ambiguous liberal atheists come to play.
"The important thing is not what they think of me, but what I think of them."
"Being pregnant is an occupational hazard of being a wife."
"I don't dislike babies, though I think very young ones rather disgusting."
"An ugly baby is a very nasty object - and the prettiest is frightful."
"What you say of the pride of giving life to an immortal soul us very fine, dear, but I own I cannot enter into that; I think much more of our being like a cow or a dog at such moments."
"I never cared for you near as much as you seem to about the baby; I care much more for the younger ones (poor Leopold perhaps excepted)..."
"Leopold...is the ugliest." [8] "I think he is uglier than he ever was." [9] "I hope, dear, he [Vicky's young son] won't be like [Leopold] the ugliest and least pleasing of the whole family." [10] "He [Leopold] walks shockingly--and is dreadfully awkward--holds himself as badly as ever and his manners are despairing, as well as his speech--which is quite dreadful. It is so provoking as he learns so well and reads quite fluently; but his French is more like Chinese than anything else; poor child, he is really very unfortunate."
No wonder she was such a successful ruler during the imperialist, racist, exploitive, Anglocentric age that bears her name. She actually embodied the values of her time. Pity.
Okay man, I can understand that you are busy and we all know how work can crush your spirit . . . but that photo is the crappiest thing I have ever seen you choose for anything . . . EVER.
Is New York wussifying you or something?
I think it's the CUTEST thing to ever grace Spec's blog. Okay, it might not fit in with the ihatetheworldness of the rest of the blog....but c'mon, the dog is wearing shoes! Plus it's drinking a rum and coke!
Whoops! I didn' see the rum and coke. That toughens it right up.
(I still think all that work is turning his brain to mush.)
3 Comments:
Sounds good, actually! At least you are not subject to the whims of an infant who COULD get a job at Abu Ghraib as a "sleep-deprivation engineer". 2:30 . . . 4:30 . . . 5:30!! Jesus!!!
Sorry to hear about the sleeplessness. You could always slip the baby a little of the Grand Marnier. That's usually what I do to get to sleep.
Dude, you're about to get married. You can't start it off as a deadbeat! Just hum the "Mr. Belvedere" theme song till you're feeling better.
But seriously, I hope things start looking up. Maybe if you force yourself to do a 15-minute writing exercise every day, you'll start to be in the mood for your novel again.
(Then again, what the heck do I know? This might be really crappy advice. If so, I apologize.)
-Hol-Man
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