Pimping!

So Val wrote me a drabble.

And I was like YAY.

( And we got to talking. )

That is . . . not the end of the conversation.

The end of the conversation is drivetheworlds (because if most wizards are on the Powers' business, walking the worlds as do They . . .).

And that is far from the end of the story.

We are, how you say, INSANE.

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... Apparently there's a production of Othello in London with Ewan MacGregor as Iago and Chiwetel Ejiofor as Othello?

...

Nice.

Also apparently impossible to get into. *sigh* Ah well.

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Man, today is not nearly as awesome as yesterday, for a couple of reasons, but mainly because I spaced out on working on two big projects but can't find the energy to actually do much to fix the results of the spaciness.

It's bitterly cold outside, and I'd like to just crawl back into bed. Again. I just crawled out to see if one of the people I'm working with on one project e-mailed me back. No dice, yet.

Blargh blargh blargh. And I have writing ideas -- a ton of them -- but I can't work up the energy to do anything about those, either.

The high point is reading Moll Flanders and going "Oh Moll. You so naive. ...Well okay, maybe you not so naive, but you kinda dumb."

Agh. *annoyed* I'm kind of in a mood to punch the world in the face, including myself, so I think I should probably go eat something.

Well, at least I've made this today? And maybe when I get back from eating, I can bang out something else for drivetheworlds and get the creative juices flowing so that I can work on homework stuff.