Ever since the Red Sox beat the Yankees, I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping at night. I've been unusually "roamy" for lack of a better term. And I'm paying for it during the day. I'm surprised that I don't have keyboard-shaped bruises on my forehead by now.
I've been trying to blow off a lot of it as partially being wrapped up in Red Sox fever, and partially because all of a sudden it's really farking bright in my bedroom in the morning, thanks to the time change. But whatever it is, my body is just protesting in a huge way. Caffeine seems to no longer have any effect on me in the morning. By around two, I'm just dragging.
*sigh* I'm getting old, aren't I? It's that whole stereotype about older folks not sleeping as much. I'm getting that condition about 40 years too early.
Gah.
I'm letting myself go for one more week before I call the doctor about it. I'm also going to be monitoring and lessening (gradually) any caffeine intake in the evening. It's never been a problem before... but again, maybe age has finally caught up to that habit, and I need to find another evening beverage of choice.
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I got absolutely no writing done last night for NaNo. Thankfully, even though I've had two of these nights so far in the month (yes, I realize it's day 5), the days padding them have been very productive 3,000 word days. So aside from yesterday, I'm right on track. I have the weekend to get caught up... and hopefully ahead.
I didn't plan on not writing last night, but as often happens when I open AIM, I get to talking with someone for hours, and do nothing but chat. It's odd how I can chat for HOURS on AIM, but try to rush off the phone with everyone. I just hate having that damned thing at my ear, I guess. I had a good chat with Ariestar and Myownwench last night covering a lot of different topics, including a fabulous rendition of an AOL community chat room. (have I mentioned how difficult it is to type improperly... on purpose?)
Anyway, I'm going over to their apartment tonight for some sorority alumni festivities. "Milk and cookies" will be served, to coin the phrase from my undergrad band days. Erich was going to come with me tomorrow, but now I'm not so sure-- he's battling a cold, and really should get some rest so he can celebrate Master Chiefmas properly on November 9th.
(Yes, my boyfriend is a geek and is taking vacation days for Halo 2.)
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Tomorrow I have my first NaNo coffee chat. Somehow my brain mixed up my times-- and what I thought was a noon start is actually a noon ending. It starts at 10 a.m. I'll have to behave myself a bit this evening so I can get up for it. (and actually write tomorrow, since tonight's undoubtedly a wash)
For what it's worth-- I've already decided that I won't ML next year. Any move I'm making to put things together have been met with a "why can't you do something in MY area! Why do I have to go THERE?" (do they realize that I'll be driving all over the lower half of Massachusetts this month during the weekends to meet with THEM?!?) Dealing with the new site and its horrid layout is bad enough, but I just don't have patience for the attitudes this year. Sorry... when I asked for contributions on recommended spots, I didn't HEAR from you. I heard from others, and made recommendations based on those who expressed interest.
These people forget that we're actually NaNo participants ourselves... and that we're writing novels, too, and that we're being ML's because we love and support the project. And no, I'm not getting paid for being an ML, folks... I do this because I enjoy writing and enjoy the challenge.
So if you're in NaNo, please be kind to your ML's.
But yeah-- next year, I shall be doing my writing sans meetup obligations. It's too much of a headache to deal with.
Off to work... gotta get a lot of stupid stuff done, hopefully get an hour of writing in over lunch over at $tarbuck$, and then back to work...
05 November 2004
04 November 2004
Well, isn't that speh-shal
First: I'm more level-headed than I was at this point yesterday morning.
Second: The two people (one troll, one online friend) who basically told me to fuck off.... I'm sorry you don't recognize a kneejerk rant when you see it. We all have them. Consider what I've been praying for for the past four years to happen and what I've been activing working to change. You'd have a kneejerk reaction, too, when all of your time and energy didn't result in what you wanted to happen.
Mind you-- that doesn't translate to "wasted." The time was most definitely not wasted. To say what would be to ignore and counteract every passion I've had about political subjects since the year 2000.
Third: To the one person who demanded that I essentially not exist in their world-- I've respected your wishes. I disagree, and hope that when you calm down, you'll change your mind. But that's your mind to change. *shrug* I hope you eventually realize that, but that's something you have to do. Until then, I've done as a friend would do-- and respected your wishes.
Contrary to what many people think about Kerry supporters. I voted FOR Kerry. The disagreements with Bush led me to seek out another candidate. That was the catalyst to look elsewhere. In Kerry's platform, I found what I considered a reasonable amount of ideals that I agreed with. And the ones that I didn't agree with were either strongly felt, or in my mind not thinks that I considered cons that outweighed the pros for him. I liked that there would be a representative both of the upper class (Kerry) and someone who came from the lower class and worked his way up (Edwards). We had four options here in Massachusetts for president. I didn't vote against Bush. I voted FOR Kerry.
He lost. It happens. Someone has to in any vote. And my kneejerk reaction was to be extremely upset, intensified by early morning exhaustion after staying up past midnight the night before, watching the news and hoping and praying...
It didn't go the way I wanted it to. *shrug* I vented. I move on.
I'm here. I'm not moving to Canada or Australia, or whatever country would take my sorry ass. I survived the past four years of Bush's presidency. The next four years will be ones that will be frustrating. But as is often said-- if you don't do anything, you can't bitch. So I will work for what I believe in and do my part to help push liberal ideals forward because it's what I personally feel is right to do.
I'm a woman, a Pagan, and extremely pro-choice (for obvious reasons). I have gay relatives, gay friends, and parents of friends who are gay. I live in the great state of Massachusetts which has recongized equal marriage rights for everyone. I am an adoptee with divorced parents. I over-criticize myself to do the right thing all the time. I donate to the police charity fund. I donate to Children International, where I sponsor a girl in the Dominican Republic and a girl in India. And I donate platelets, which save peoples lives.
I will continue to fight for what I believe in and try to make this world a better place.
If that bursts your bubble and rubs you the wrong way, hey... I respect that. But that doesn't mean I'm going to change for you. I have friends and relatives who are extremely conservative, carry guns, think abortion should be illegal, and perhaps even think privately that I'm a sorry human being for the faith that I hold. As long as they don't publically kick me specifically, for having different beliefs than them, we're all cool. NO ONE believes in the exact thing another person does. We're not clones.
For those who think I'm demon scum and should go to hell for my beliefs... I'm bringing the throw pillows to decorate the hell couch and my stash of drinks for the inevitable fantastic party. I'll have a lot of company from wonderful, hardworking, lifeloving people of all creeds, religions, and nationalities.
Off to work and face the day. Because it's a beautiful bright one out there-- and I'm going to go out there with my eyes looking dead ahead.
Second: The two people (one troll, one online friend) who basically told me to fuck off.... I'm sorry you don't recognize a kneejerk rant when you see it. We all have them. Consider what I've been praying for for the past four years to happen and what I've been activing working to change. You'd have a kneejerk reaction, too, when all of your time and energy didn't result in what you wanted to happen.
Mind you-- that doesn't translate to "wasted." The time was most definitely not wasted. To say what would be to ignore and counteract every passion I've had about political subjects since the year 2000.
Third: To the one person who demanded that I essentially not exist in their world-- I've respected your wishes. I disagree, and hope that when you calm down, you'll change your mind. But that's your mind to change. *shrug* I hope you eventually realize that, but that's something you have to do. Until then, I've done as a friend would do-- and respected your wishes.
Contrary to what many people think about Kerry supporters. I voted FOR Kerry. The disagreements with Bush led me to seek out another candidate. That was the catalyst to look elsewhere. In Kerry's platform, I found what I considered a reasonable amount of ideals that I agreed with. And the ones that I didn't agree with were either strongly felt, or in my mind not thinks that I considered cons that outweighed the pros for him. I liked that there would be a representative both of the upper class (Kerry) and someone who came from the lower class and worked his way up (Edwards). We had four options here in Massachusetts for president. I didn't vote against Bush. I voted FOR Kerry.
He lost. It happens. Someone has to in any vote. And my kneejerk reaction was to be extremely upset, intensified by early morning exhaustion after staying up past midnight the night before, watching the news and hoping and praying...
It didn't go the way I wanted it to. *shrug* I vented. I move on.
I'm here. I'm not moving to Canada or Australia, or whatever country would take my sorry ass. I survived the past four years of Bush's presidency. The next four years will be ones that will be frustrating. But as is often said-- if you don't do anything, you can't bitch. So I will work for what I believe in and do my part to help push liberal ideals forward because it's what I personally feel is right to do.
I'm a woman, a Pagan, and extremely pro-choice (for obvious reasons). I have gay relatives, gay friends, and parents of friends who are gay. I live in the great state of Massachusetts which has recongized equal marriage rights for everyone. I am an adoptee with divorced parents. I over-criticize myself to do the right thing all the time. I donate to the police charity fund. I donate to Children International, where I sponsor a girl in the Dominican Republic and a girl in India. And I donate platelets, which save peoples lives.
I will continue to fight for what I believe in and try to make this world a better place.
If that bursts your bubble and rubs you the wrong way, hey... I respect that. But that doesn't mean I'm going to change for you. I have friends and relatives who are extremely conservative, carry guns, think abortion should be illegal, and perhaps even think privately that I'm a sorry human being for the faith that I hold. As long as they don't publically kick me specifically, for having different beliefs than them, we're all cool. NO ONE believes in the exact thing another person does. We're not clones.
For those who think I'm demon scum and should go to hell for my beliefs... I'm bringing the throw pillows to decorate the hell couch and my stash of drinks for the inevitable fantastic party. I'll have a lot of company from wonderful, hardworking, lifeloving people of all creeds, religions, and nationalities.
Off to work and face the day. Because it's a beautiful bright one out there-- and I'm going to go out there with my eyes looking dead ahead.
03 November 2004
Wake me up when this nightmare ends...
Four more years of the dictator
Four more years of the disgusting, self-righteous swagger
Four more years of arrogance, destroying any remaining respect we have around the world
Four more years of thinly-veiled theocracy
To the good ol' boys and rednecks of this nation - fuck off.
To the educated folks who voted for Bush - shame on you.
And I"m counting on both a draft and another country invaded within two years.
I'm just terrified and sick for this nation.
Four more years of the disgusting, self-righteous swagger
Four more years of arrogance, destroying any remaining respect we have around the world
Four more years of thinly-veiled theocracy
To the good ol' boys and rednecks of this nation - fuck off.
To the educated folks who voted for Bush - shame on you.
And I"m counting on both a draft and another country invaded within two years.
I'm just terrified and sick for this nation.
01 November 2004
The counter is back
And I've started writing.
This year I'm not going to be updating my NaNo journal-- I couldn't make it work for two years. I might reflect on it later after NaNo is done, but for the time being I just am going to concentrate on actually doing the writing and trying to be a good ML.
Plus, I am hoping this year to write something that I can actually work with and actually try to get published. Which means I can't post it online anyway.
However, if anyone really wants to read the completely messy, disorganized rough draft at the end of November, just drop a line and I'll be happy to send it to you-- provided that you promise to give some suggestions for improvement (either tightening or expanding on scenes).
And for concept-- I have returned to my main character from 2002 NaNo (Raven). Last year she kept thumping my head in November. Apparently she has a story to tell me. So this year I'm just going to let her talk and see how the words flow.
This year I'm not going to be updating my NaNo journal-- I couldn't make it work for two years. I might reflect on it later after NaNo is done, but for the time being I just am going to concentrate on actually doing the writing and trying to be a good ML.
Plus, I am hoping this year to write something that I can actually work with and actually try to get published. Which means I can't post it online anyway.
However, if anyone really wants to read the completely messy, disorganized rough draft at the end of November, just drop a line and I'll be happy to send it to you-- provided that you promise to give some suggestions for improvement (either tightening or expanding on scenes).
And for concept-- I have returned to my main character from 2002 NaNo (Raven). Last year she kept thumping my head in November. Apparently she has a story to tell me. So this year I'm just going to let her talk and see how the words flow.
31 October 2004
Past archives
I'm in the process of bringing over my journal from its older home-- but in the meantime, if you'd like to read my older entries, please go to my prior journal at measi.diary-x.
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