It's a perfectly cromulent word.
2004-05-14 1:59 p.m.
I left work early yesterday and took a two hour nap. Woke up feeling refreshed and headed off to Thursday academy for some improv training on characters. My favorite character was the woman who made up her own words. Fugnacious. Suification. Wergon.
We also did 10 characters in 100 seconds again. I think I did even worse this time although I liked my Igor character. Everyone needs a good henchman.
I went to my meditation group this morning. I always leave feeling tired and ready for a nap but I've got another appointment this afternoon...No rest for the wicked.
More novel writing this weekend as well as catching up on work. Ack. Work.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraAlso Sassy.
2004-05-13 2:30 p.m.
Yahoo Avatars are too much fun. You'll notice that I made myself especially surly. I wish I had an eight inch waist in real life. Found via ChatteringMagpie with instructions for cutting and pasting.
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2004-05-13 11:18 a.m.
I wrote a long emotional entry and had to delete it because it was incredibly stupid. Whenever I have a cold I get very morbid and start losing faith. Bah! I have no time for self-pity. Insteady I'll introduce you to David the Assassin.
From the current novel in progress:
He licked his lips as he wiped my knife off on his pants. "A positive if I�m not mistaken." He handed me my knife back with great ceremony. I took it cautiously, unsure if I could trust him.
"You�re everything they said you were." He said.
"Who are you?" I asked impatiently.
"I am David." He said, although he pronounced it Dah-veed.
"Who do you work for?" I asked pointedly.
"I work for myself but I occasionally contract out my services."
"Services?" I asked.
"I�m an assassin." He said simply.
"You kill people?" I asked.
"Only those who need killing and only when I need the money." And he smiled wide enough so I could see the tips of his fangs.
"Someone hired you to kill me?" I asked.
"No, someone hired me to test you." He said.
"Did I pass?"
"Well you�re still alive aren�t you?"
Overdosin' on the Zzzzzs.
2004-05-11 7:35 p.m.
After about 28 hours of solid sleep I'm feeling better. I don't know what the hell it was but I don't recommend it. I'm guessing it was some sort of virus and all the sleep was good for me.
Since I started writing Dave the Assasin in my novel he's stayed out of my dreams. I guess he wanted a starring role and is pleased he's got it. While writing on Sunday with Rebecca, I discovered that the cofffe house's wireless internet would let me download music from the iCrack store in a blink of the eye. So...ten dollars later I've got some new music to listen to.
Let's see I downloaded:
The Way You Move - Outkast
Cuts You Up - Peter Murphy
Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters
Times Like These - Foo Fighters
As the Rush Comes - Motorcycle
Where Have All the Cowboy's Gone - Paula Cole
Sweet Jane - Cowboy Junkies
Almost Blue - Diana Krall
Burned With Desire - DJ Armin van Buuren
I'm going to clean my house and get ready to drag my pasty white self into work tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to the avalanche of e-mails and voicemails.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraYou may want to skip this.
2004-05-10 9:02 p.m.
I was woken up this morning at 1:30am by my stomach telling me that I was going to throw up - immediately. So an hour later I'm lying on the bathroom floor wondering just what culinary gods I had offended in order to deserve such a horrible thing. What a way to start a Monday.
I wash my face in the sink and stare at the incredibly pasty white girl in the mirror staring back at me with red and black eyes. It was then I realize that I've been single for six months now. I consider that it's an all right sort of thing but it's also a lame sort of thing. I've gotten back into my single girl routine easily enough - I'm in full control of the Tivo and spontanous Damned therapy breaks out every once in a while, but sometimes I think it'd be nice to have someone around. Someone to bring me medication when I don't want to walk, someone to reassure me that I'm not going to die. Someone to curl up on the couch with and watch stupid British Comedies.
I called in sick to work today and spent most of the day shivering and looking pale on the couch. I considered rigging the cats with some sort of tiny barrels around their necks, sort of like the rescue dogs in the Alps. I could put narcotics in Trinity's barrel for the migraines and Loki could have a little pink barrel full of pepto. Maybe I could sew them little white capes with red crosses on the backs. Of course, with all this creative energy, how sick could I possibly be?
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