thursday.

It's Thursday.
Last day in the Club.
Until Sunday, that is. I cannot escape.
( i am getting extremely bored in there. )

I need a day off. Tomorrow I get out of the Club, and it'll probably be busy; I'll be working Torture Bar.
But then I have Saturday off. I don't know how that happened, that I have a day off on a weekend. I can't even begin to comprehend. But I won't question it. It's all good.
I should do something to celebrate.

I should do something that doesn't involve writing.

I think the Death of Ecthelion fic (tentatively titled "Cool Waters" and posted in beta at HASA while I let it sit so I can look it over again after the lovely beta edits suggested by tehta) was a bit of a strange anomaly. I just sat down and wrote it out of nowhere, and it came out mostly complete, and I really rather like it. It was probably born out of frustration and long contemplation-- not succeeding at other things I was writing, and having been considering that particular plot episode for a while. I imagined it several times while I was trying to fall asleep, so it wasn't hard to write it.

But now I can't write anything else. it took up a lot of imagination and everything else has been sort of pushed aside. I really need to take a little time and do something that's not writing.

But that's hard, given that I've backed myself into this corner where I really have no other hobbies and no social life to speak of. So maybe this Saturday, my first free Saturday of 2005, should be spent doing something entirely different.

Hm. I'll think about it.

Sleepy.

Last day in Club.
Had nothing to do.
Man, was it boring.

I scribbled down world-building notes on the Kyweir/Callonia novel (Abandoned Novel, the fantasy novel with the barbarians and berserkers). It was fun.

I also wrote more fluff. Nothing good came of it, though.
Oh, except this, which isn't exactly 'good' but I kind of liked it.
(It's somewhat related to the first writing exercise I posted in y_tu_teithad in content, though not in limitations and not really in characters.)

300 words, Idril speaking of Tuor, early in marriage. PG.

( like a bear )

Oh, I also found out that technically I'm not supposed to be paid overtime, which means my 8 hours of OT last week and my ... probably 16 hours of it this week will be paid at my straight, sub-minimum-wage rate.

Fuckers.


Oh shit. It's my parents' wedding anniversary today and I forgot.
Katy bought them a digital camera for their anniversary.
I think it's their 28th. (*thinks* No way. Wait. Yeah, 28th. Holy shit, I'm old.)