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Jan. 3rd, 2009 07:56 pmToday my mind is in a strange place. I keep dropping things and breaking them and wafting back and forth. I probably should have stayed in bed.
Since I didn't stay in bed today, and since I'm dressed and working and stuff, I have decided to channel my inner teenager. I was so like this as a teenager, all brain and dreams and only co-ordinated when I cooked - then someone worked out there was a physical condition causing it and lo, it was under control for a few years (so I'm not actually a teenager again, but I have the same physical condition and it could take a few weeks to sort, but it means I feel like a teenager), and so can channel the right sort of angst. This means my poor long-suffering novel has been given a bigger dose of teenage angst, all of a sudden. It was supposed to have evil whispers, but instead has an angry teen.
I'll have to do the evil whispers another time, I guess. In the meantime, if anyone wants to know what sort of teen I was, now's the time to visit. You might want to do it before all my mugs are mere shards.
Right now I'm tempted to keep the shards and do an Ancient Greek thing. If I write my name on them, you see, I can vote myself out of my own flat for ten years. That'll teach me.
Since I didn't stay in bed today, and since I'm dressed and working and stuff, I have decided to channel my inner teenager. I was so like this as a teenager, all brain and dreams and only co-ordinated when I cooked - then someone worked out there was a physical condition causing it and lo, it was under control for a few years (so I'm not actually a teenager again, but I have the same physical condition and it could take a few weeks to sort, but it means I feel like a teenager), and so can channel the right sort of angst. This means my poor long-suffering novel has been given a bigger dose of teenage angst, all of a sudden. It was supposed to have evil whispers, but instead has an angry teen.
I'll have to do the evil whispers another time, I guess. In the meantime, if anyone wants to know what sort of teen I was, now's the time to visit. You might want to do it before all my mugs are mere shards.
Right now I'm tempted to keep the shards and do an Ancient Greek thing. If I write my name on them, you see, I can vote myself out of my own flat for ten years. That'll teach me.