Apparently I don't sleep...
Dec. 31st, 2007 05:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salienne...but reading legitimately amazing authors (fanfic, which often has gems that just take a big of digging to find before they hop up and wave their little arms because a lot of the time they've been staring you in the face) and listening to DW soundtracks will do that to a girl.
And a random observation, but have you guys ever noticed that when your body wants you to stop whatever the hell you're doing and do the whole unconscious thing, your muscles ache? Your eyes might itch and your head might swim, or not, but your muscles are little bitches that have pitchforks and you look like you'd enjoy a mighty fine skewering. You might've run a marathon or done nothing but sit on your butt and watch TV all day (...I really need to join a freaking gym or, you know, the weather in FL needs not to be 80-something in DECEMBER), but your legs just... hurt, and lying down is only partially a relief because then all the aches and pains are there. And this is blatantly me trying to be vaguely observant and poetic at 5:16 AM, which doesn't necessarily work that well.
Why am I not writing my novel? I should get back to that.
Nighty-night, mates!
Happy New Years Eve! :D
P.S. And a bit of my novel that amuses me: Something else that was new, another step on this ridiculous adventure whose stakes were, at the moment, merely icing on a very delectable and fucking weird cake.
P.P.S. Listening to DW songs should not affect me this up. I mean, you know it's a credit to the writes and actors and producers and composers when just listening to the soundtrack can evoke the same feelings the episode did, and when those feelings are strong. Just listening to "Blink (Suite)" or "This is Gallifrey: Our Childhood, Our Home" makes me want to tear up or at least curl up in a melancholy ball of melancholy-ness and write fic.
And a random observation, but have you guys ever noticed that when your body wants you to stop whatever the hell you're doing and do the whole unconscious thing, your muscles ache? Your eyes might itch and your head might swim, or not, but your muscles are little bitches that have pitchforks and you look like you'd enjoy a mighty fine skewering. You might've run a marathon or done nothing but sit on your butt and watch TV all day (...I really need to join a freaking gym or, you know, the weather in FL needs not to be 80-something in DECEMBER), but your legs just... hurt, and lying down is only partially a relief because then all the aches and pains are there. And this is blatantly me trying to be vaguely observant and poetic at 5:16 AM, which doesn't necessarily work that well.
Why am I not writing my novel? I should get back to that.
Nighty-night, mates!
Happy New Years Eve! :D
P.S. And a bit of my novel that amuses me: Something else that was new, another step on this ridiculous adventure whose stakes were, at the moment, merely icing on a very delectable and fucking weird cake.
P.P.S. Listening to DW songs should not affect me this up. I mean, you know it's a credit to the writes and actors and producers and composers when just listening to the soundtrack can evoke the same feelings the episode did, and when those feelings are strong. Just listening to "Blink (Suite)" or "This is Gallifrey: Our Childhood, Our Home" makes me want to tear up or at least curl up in a melancholy ball of melancholy-ness and write fic.
