Monday, September 23, 2002 This and that Tired. Pretty gosh-darn tired, in fact. And yet there's work to be done tonight. Should probably take a short nap. Instead, writing this. ----------- So, I owed Su a mix CD and I made one this weekend - some of the most aggressively cheerful music you'd ever have the pleasure of boogie-ing to. I'm looking forward to sending it to her. It was fun to make a mix with a purpose. Make People Happy. Always a nice mission statement. ----------- On that theme, I got this coupon for a free frappuccino in the mail a few weeks ago, and when I reimbursed it today, the girl made too much - the coupon was good for a tall, and she gave me the equivalent of a venti. So that was nice. ----------- Quiet, quiet weekend. Saw Firefly on Friday, and I'm sure I have some more to say - but it made me happy, and it's so pretty, and I like the characters, and I'm going to be pretty sad when it dies. On the other hand, the half hour I saw of John Doe left me hideously confused. Because if anyone except Mimi Leder, The World's Worst Director, had been involved, I would have liked it. At least a little bit. For the guy's got to be an alien or something. It looked like he woke up in a big pile of ash, like he just crashed to earth. There are mornings when I wake up and don't feel like I know where I am, when it seems like I know everything except who I am. So I get that. ----------- The roommate was out of town all weekend, and I was enjoying the quiet. Now, however, she is back, and I usually enjoy her company a great deal - but tonight, something about talking to her chafs me a bit. Maybe it's because I'm tired. ---------- I probably, at some point, will devote an entire entry to my ever-changing feelings about your friend and mine, Eminem. In the meantime, it's worth pointing out that while I can't even listen to "Without Me", I hate it so much, I have fallen into a great big hole where all they play is "Lose Yourself," the new song from the 8 Mile soundtrack that's featured in the second trailer. And that makes me very happy. Despite myself. Snap back to reality, oops there goes gravity. I think I'll lay on the floor and listen to my shiny new mp3 of that song. I may like Eminem's music, but I'll be damned if I pay money for it. ------------- I haven't reminded the LJ peeps about my existence for a while, because there's really nothing to say. I have email I owe people, and friends I should talk to, and things I should be doing... And it's just hard. It's hard, when I'm this tired and this busy. I need to relax more. This weekend was all right, but there wasn't enough time spent recuperating from the intensity of last week. Too much prep for the week upcoming. Which is something, at least. But this is the fourth week of school, and I have miles to go before Christmas. No point in getting burned out now. Not when things are really going pretty good, in the long run. My eyes don't want to be open right now. I don't really blame them. Too bad we don't have a choice in the matter. Well, we do for an hour or so, at least. Naptime, folks. And then, an hour or so of work, and then real sleep. Hopefully. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.