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I think the state of Florida should subsidize travel vouchers for all its residents to cooler climates, to be redeemed June through August. Good god.
I've been ODing on LJ and just general computer stuff for a while now, so the past week has been all about stepping away and doing other things. Realizing what made people take "LJ holidays" taught me good things about moderation of exposure, and I found that this little personal hiatus was fruitful in many ways - I cleaned my old room and did a lot of work on my third scrapbook. I've been writing, fic no less, for the first time since I've been home. I've seen more of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
walkingshadow in the past few days than all summer. And it's been nice to take a step back, not away, but just a necessary, perspective-gaining distance from the community (not fandom, as a lot of what I did involved reading fic and metadiscussion.) But I love it here and am back, feeling rejuvenated and minty fresh. Catching up will probably take care of most of that perkiness though, don't worry. ;)
Did we mention the odd sleep patterns were back? First Love and Other Miscommunications kept me awake (and rightfully) until seven this morning (but that's after my getting home around 4:30, so.) Still wading through my "required reading" list: today's first was Merry's Mirage.
Now, see, stories often elicit some sort of specific reaction whether I enjoyed them or not. But sometimes I read something that just renders me ambling and useless for the next however long it takes me to deal with it. This story did that to me. I finished it, immediately trashed it, opened a Word document and constructed half of the most depressing playlist you can think of and wrote about three paragraphs of fic to it, in the same flavor. But I really had no idea what I was doing, and was still at loose ends when I hung up the phone and went through the motions of right, shower, dress, dinner with Miranda et sa famille ce soir. Apparently, I lapse into French when things in my head don't make sense.
We went to this excellent little Indian restaurant called Himalaya on Taft and University. Yummy food, fun conversation, a few puns revolving around our still having It's Gonna Be Me in our heads. Good times.
We talked of many things. Style versus substance and how much less of the latter a good dollup of the former will allow. Of Mirage and how beautiful and amazing it is, but why. Of my upcoming fandom anniversary, a year on the 26th since I walked into the lobby of the Orlando International Airport Mariott for, little did I know, Challenge weekend. Yet more good times.
One week!
I've been ODing on LJ and just general computer stuff for a while now, so the past week has been all about stepping away and doing other things. Realizing what made people take "LJ holidays" taught me good things about moderation of exposure, and I found that this little personal hiatus was fruitful in many ways - I cleaned my old room and did a lot of work on my third scrapbook. I've been writing, fic no less, for the first time since I've been home. I've seen more of
walkingshadow in the past few days than all summer. And it's been nice to take a step back, not away, but just a necessary, perspective-gaining distance from the community (not fandom, as a lot of what I did involved reading fic and metadiscussion.) But I love it here and am back, feeling rejuvenated and minty fresh. Catching up will probably take care of most of that perkiness though, don't worry. ;)Did we mention the odd sleep patterns were back? First Love and Other Miscommunications kept me awake (and rightfully) until seven this morning (but that's after my getting home around 4:30, so.) Still wading through my "required reading" list: today's first was Merry's Mirage.
Now, see, stories often elicit some sort of specific reaction whether I enjoyed them or not. But sometimes I read something that just renders me ambling and useless for the next however long it takes me to deal with it. This story did that to me. I finished it, immediately trashed it, opened a Word document and constructed half of the most depressing playlist you can think of and wrote about three paragraphs of fic to it, in the same flavor. But I really had no idea what I was doing, and was still at loose ends when I hung up the phone and went through the motions of right, shower, dress, dinner with Miranda et sa famille ce soir. Apparently, I lapse into French when things in my head don't make sense.
We went to this excellent little Indian restaurant called Himalaya on Taft and University. Yummy food, fun conversation, a few puns revolving around our still having It's Gonna Be Me in our heads. Good times.
We talked of many things. Style versus substance and how much less of the latter a good dollup of the former will allow. Of Mirage and how beautiful and amazing it is, but why. Of my upcoming fandom anniversary, a year on the 26th since I walked into the lobby of the Orlando International Airport Mariott for, little did I know, Challenge weekend. Yet more good times.
One week!
