And other exciting stories from WonderSpot’s not so Wonder(ful)Life.
- My knee hurts. JS and I took Tonks to the beach last weekend for the first time (why it’s the first time since
hewe live at the beach I don’t know, probably because we’re lazy and want our dog to suffer because of it), and I tripped over something like a shell or the air or my ego. I didn’t think much of it at the time, except to get UP QUICKLY BECAUSE THE DOG IS GOING TO LICK MY BRAINS OUT THROUGH MY NOSE IF I DON’T. But now? My knee hurts. A lot. And clearly affects my ability to type. - Tonks peed on the couch. Again. JS’s leather couch. And I hated her for a few hours and seriously wondered why I got a dog in the goddamn first place and would it be wrong to just let her into the wild. And then I felt guilty about hating her.
- I am overwhelmed with work and writing my thesis. I have so many projects going on at work, and they’re exciting and I’m getting to be all producer-y and creative, but still, it’s a lot. And I have to have about 100 pages worth of stories to turn in in a few weeks for my first thesis draft and I have about 10. OK, 7, but when I make it double spaced I’m sure it’ll be longer. I’m thinking about finding a copy of The Sun Also Rises and making my own cover and calling it, I dunno, Sometimes The Sun Comes Up, Too, and just scratching out Hemingway’s name and putting my own on it.
- American Idol. This should really count as two reasons, since it takes up so much time. 3 nights a week of Ryan and Simon pretending not to be lovers and of Paula pretending to be coherent? That’s a lot of time.
- I have a new MacBook which RAWKS, but it’s taking me a lot of time to think about transferring my old laptop to this one. And yes, I said “think about” because so far I’ve been a big fat nothing.
- Am lazy. See #5 for clarification.
- More drama with The Move In And How My Parents Are Not Handling It Well. They’ve said and written a lot of things that hurt a lot. Hurt both me and JS. It’s personal and I don’t want to get into it too much more than I already have, but it takes a lot of emotional energy to deal with. Tonight I spontaneously started crying over dinner, and we were having pasta which is one of my favorites. The silver lining is that I’m not doubting myself or my opinion, and I have a lot of support from friends, pets, and strangers on the InterWebs. (I heart you guys and I’d totally share my wine with you if you came over for a visit. Just don’t talk while LOST is on.) In a way it’s like a grieving process, because I know that my relationship with them will never be the same, and I always treasured my close relationship with them - our secret jokes and the way we always fought over who we loved on American Idol. (Seriously, Blake, call me!)
- My dear friend, The Super Secret KGB Assistant, is moving far, far away and I’m going to miss her so much. Tomorrow is her last day at work and Sunday is her last day in the state and I don’t want to think about it because it makes my heart swell up in my throat.
- I have Writer’s Block…not only in regards to my thesis, but also to my blog. Everything going on I’ve already written about, and I don’t want to be That Person who beats a subject to death and makes people hate reading me.
- I’m OCD and had to have a list that was 10 items long but I can’t really think of any other lame-ass excuses.
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Shit-tastic week (and in that I include American Idol, because Blech!). Sorry to hear it sucked.
I find that for writer’s block, I tend to have a lot of luck when I reread Anne Lamott’s “Bird by Bird” or Stephen King’s “On Writing”. Also, Augusten Burroughs’ “Running With Scissors”. The last one isn’t on writing, of course, but it reminds me that in a pinch, I can always fall back on my crappy childhood.
Robin likes Anne Lamott, too?
Um… can we jointly marry you? You like gay guys and straight girls, right?
John, to that I say: “who doesn’t?”
As long as you’re willing to sit around drinking beer, smoking a few cigs, and making relentless fun of people who probably don’t deserve it, sure thing
As to #2, it’s just like having a child wake you up to “I feel like throwing up.” and then preceding to do it on the floor, in the kitchen and with try number three finally in a throw up bowl. With Tonks, I finally get to laugh at your parenting thrills!