but the truth remains
Sep. 16th, 2004 07:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanSo I manage to get to bed at the marginally decent hour of 2:30 this morning. That lasted about three hours and now, an hour, a bit of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, some crackers, and a mug of tea later, I am no closer to being able to get back to sleep. The whole situation is just ridiculous by now - random napping, can't fall sleep, waking up in the middle of the night. You'd think I was harboring some incapacitating anxiety, but I'm eating fine and feel otherwise fine. Maybe I'll force myself not to nap this afternoon, go have a good, bone-deep workout with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
walkingshadow and Staci, and get to bed right after Conan's monologue.
Ranted briefly towalkingshadow about Harry/Lupin fic and how I'm so tired of there being a third person in the room. They can't want each other on their own merits? And why does Lupin get to escape having James issues with him? Also, the next person who uses Harry-has-a-nightmare as a plot device will have to answer to me.
without_me and giddyupnow have begun the hard sell portion of their campaign to get me to the West Coast come graduation. And you know, to be completely honest, if it weren't for New York, I wouldn't think twice. Plus, certain boys take their puppies out to canyons there, not to mention the general perks of living in one of the entertainment capitals of the world.
Communication on the Internet prof talked about our Web site projects, which should amount to at least 15-20 pages by the time they're due in full. Now, I've made sites before, but never with quite that much content - then Staci pointed out that this would be the perfect opportunity to get my ass in gear about getting the travel journal up. There could be galleries, recipe sidebars from our dinner parties, tourist site overviews, city insights, club reviews, restaurant tips and a thousand other things in addition to the novel-length journal itself (no, really - 1/3 done and it's already at 25K words).
In related news, Cascading Style Sheets, if not by virtue of their name alone, then by the monumental amounts of "Pretteh!" they make me want to shout, are the new crack.
Not to be confused with the new Best Thing Ever, which would be Prisoner of Azkaban in fifteen minutes.
Still no boys in tuxes? *le sigh*
walkingshadow and Staci, and get to bed right after Conan's monologue.Ranted briefly to
walkingshadow about Harry/Lupin fic and how I'm so tired of there being a third person in the room. They can't want each other on their own merits? And why does Lupin get to escape having James issues with him? Also, the next person who uses Harry-has-a-nightmare as a plot device will have to answer to me.without_me and giddyupnow have begun the hard sell portion of their campaign to get me to the West Coast come graduation. And you know, to be completely honest, if it weren't for New York, I wouldn't think twice. Plus, certain boys take their puppies out to canyons there, not to mention the general perks of living in one of the entertainment capitals of the world.Communication on the Internet prof talked about our Web site projects, which should amount to at least 15-20 pages by the time they're due in full. Now, I've made sites before, but never with quite that much content - then Staci pointed out that this would be the perfect opportunity to get my ass in gear about getting the travel journal up. There could be galleries, recipe sidebars from our dinner parties, tourist site overviews, city insights, club reviews, restaurant tips and a thousand other things in addition to the novel-length journal itself (no, really - 1/3 done and it's already at 25K words).
In related news, Cascading Style Sheets, if not by virtue of their name alone, then by the monumental amounts of "Pretteh!" they make me want to shout, are the new crack.
Not to be confused with the new Best Thing Ever, which would be Prisoner of Azkaban in fifteen minutes.
Still no boys in tuxes? *le sigh*
