unplug

Today, I actually wrote a whole bunch. The trick was to unplug, apparently. I closed my laptop, sat at my typewriter, listened to some Eluvium, and WROTE. So good. Will edit the stuff and get at least some of it up here at some point.

I don’t know how intentional it is on their part, but I’m still hanging.

Ow.

why don’t I write anymore?

The internet is so seductive.

Anyway, I’m home.

The musical was fantastic, especially given some of the circumstances.

Oh Facebook Honesty Box, how you beckon. But on the other hand, you actually got some real information out of me and someone else. Relationship improving information.

MSN + webcam = long distance face-making at someone special. Once he gets his ass to Future Shop, we may start Skyping so we can SAY inane things while making faces, instead of just typing them.

Once you start thinking about being profound, it gets much harder.

I don’t even journal a lot anymore.

This must be fixed.

why I wish it was Tuesday

1. This is an essay weekend. On Tuesday it’ll be done done done.
2. No class on Tuesday.
3. St. Patrick’s day is Tuesday.
4. 2 + 3 = EPIC.

I’m getting good at making money on Gaia.

But my journal is lonely for me.

Must… get… off… internet…

so what’ve I been doing?

Regressing.

To my Gaia Online days.

This is LaLisetta. Isn’t she cute?

Dammit. I swear I have a life.