The up end of the cycle
Oct. 25th, 2008 10:19 amAs you all are no doubt aware of, I am massively prone to navel-gazing. I have had another epiphany; I have large swings of mood. I don't just mean the monthly insanity. I mean overarching moods.
Right now I am in the middle of a Good Mood. This means that I am frightfully certain that everything will be okay. I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. Sorry, that's just such a huge portion of the mood. I am also feeling good about my face. During other swings, I look at my face in the mirror and I shudder and think, holy cow, am I ugly. Over and over and over again. It only lasts a moment, please don't feel you must now begin with the "You are beeyyooooutifrul" stuff. Anyway, right now, I'm actually happy with my face, and I think it looks fine.
Really, what I wanted to bitch about is the fact that during this kind of phase I CANNOT SLEEP. I can't get to sleep, and then I wake up too early and my mind floods with story stuff. I woke up at 7 this morning and that was it--no sleeping after that, except for a weird half asleep thing where I started making up my Mary Sue in Jake & the Fatman, which is a show I've never even seen, so this scares me a little.
I'm very geeked--I'm off to Columbus. I have a show tomorrow, and I've splurged and rented a hotel room for tonight. It's a four hour drive, and normally I would try to drive there the morning of (four hours is my "limit," anything outside of four hours requires a hotel room), but I've decided that it's better to skip the long day and instead take it a little easy. This has turned out to be the Best Decision Ever because I am so sleep-deprived this week. Plus, this means I get to hang out with
lady_branwyn tonight. Best bonus ever!
In other news, Firefox has decided to only save my tabs 98% of the time. So I've lost a bunch of Knight Rider tabs this morning. I will soldier on, though.
Right now I am in the middle of a Good Mood. This means that I am frightfully certain that everything will be okay. I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. Sorry, that's just such a huge portion of the mood. I am also feeling good about my face. During other swings, I look at my face in the mirror and I shudder and think, holy cow, am I ugly. Over and over and over again. It only lasts a moment, please don't feel you must now begin with the "You are beeyyooooutifrul" stuff. Anyway, right now, I'm actually happy with my face, and I think it looks fine.
Really, what I wanted to bitch about is the fact that during this kind of phase I CANNOT SLEEP. I can't get to sleep, and then I wake up too early and my mind floods with story stuff. I woke up at 7 this morning and that was it--no sleeping after that, except for a weird half asleep thing where I started making up my Mary Sue in Jake & the Fatman, which is a show I've never even seen, so this scares me a little.
I'm very geeked--I'm off to Columbus. I have a show tomorrow, and I've splurged and rented a hotel room for tonight. It's a four hour drive, and normally I would try to drive there the morning of (four hours is my "limit," anything outside of four hours requires a hotel room), but I've decided that it's better to skip the long day and instead take it a little easy. This has turned out to be the Best Decision Ever because I am so sleep-deprived this week. Plus, this means I get to hang out with
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In other news, Firefox has decided to only save my tabs 98% of the time. So I've lost a bunch of Knight Rider tabs this morning. I will soldier on, though.