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Nov. 1st, 2002 08:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7yargh. hyper.
sleepy, but hyper.
I hate when I'm trying to write something to someone, only my attention span keeps fritzing out, and I can't get my point across, so I give up, and then they misunderstand what I wrote because duh, it doesn't make any sense, and so I try to explain but there's a reason I stopped in the first place, and so I just don't make any sense and that's the end of logical discourse in my universe... sigh. And then I've offended someone, who I never really meant to offend, and I can't un-offend them because well, right there is what I wrote, and it doesn't make any sense at all, so I can't possibly defend it...
pleh. soon i won't be able to comment in livejournals at all, because i'll never be online, so... that should simplify things.
i don't wanna leave here. the DSL is wonderful and i'll miss zobar too...
nanowrimo started last night, so i was up until all hours messing around. I'm at something over 3,000 words, which puts me into 18th place out of 10,000 (of those who've updated their word counts, anyhow)... but I'm likely to drop behind because i have a very busy couple of days ahead of me. Yessirree bob, i've got stuff to do.
Like today, I have to clean dave's apartment, gather up all my crap, load it in my car, and drive to Melrose. Then I have to make arrangements to meet up with this chick Penny to get advertising materials for an Arenacross event we're being paid to promote (it had never occurred to me to wonder how those posters all got put up in shops and at shows and things. Weird)-- and then I have to find 20 venues to put these posters. Places where the relevant sorts of people hang out, and whose managers will allow signs to be posted.
Then I have to drive all over and find the shops and put the posters up in them. And then take a picture of the poster in place.
Man, what I won't do for a buck.
Then, tomorrow, I have to go to the Good Charlotte show at Saratoga Winners, stand outside of it, and hand out postcards promoting Dashboard Confessional.
Yup yup yup.
I have like 4,000 postcards to hand out. Jeez.
So that's my weekend, ahead of me.
The crickets I bought at the pet shop are singing. Have been all night. God damn.
One of them escaped, too. It sat in the radiator and sang frantically all night.
ARGH. Maddening.
But, as I had headphones on half the night, I'm not unduly traumatized.
Oh, duh. I was just trying to figure out how to get Windows Filesharing to work on the laptop again, so I could get my files off it, and then I remembered... there's a USB Zip drive floating around. That'll work on both of them. Sheez.
Sigh. OK. Later, then, y'alls.
sleepy, but hyper.
I hate when I'm trying to write something to someone, only my attention span keeps fritzing out, and I can't get my point across, so I give up, and then they misunderstand what I wrote because duh, it doesn't make any sense, and so I try to explain but there's a reason I stopped in the first place, and so I just don't make any sense and that's the end of logical discourse in my universe... sigh. And then I've offended someone, who I never really meant to offend, and I can't un-offend them because well, right there is what I wrote, and it doesn't make any sense at all, so I can't possibly defend it...
pleh. soon i won't be able to comment in livejournals at all, because i'll never be online, so... that should simplify things.
i don't wanna leave here. the DSL is wonderful and i'll miss zobar too...
nanowrimo started last night, so i was up until all hours messing around. I'm at something over 3,000 words, which puts me into 18th place out of 10,000 (of those who've updated their word counts, anyhow)... but I'm likely to drop behind because i have a very busy couple of days ahead of me. Yessirree bob, i've got stuff to do.
Like today, I have to clean dave's apartment, gather up all my crap, load it in my car, and drive to Melrose. Then I have to make arrangements to meet up with this chick Penny to get advertising materials for an Arenacross event we're being paid to promote (it had never occurred to me to wonder how those posters all got put up in shops and at shows and things. Weird)-- and then I have to find 20 venues to put these posters. Places where the relevant sorts of people hang out, and whose managers will allow signs to be posted.
Then I have to drive all over and find the shops and put the posters up in them. And then take a picture of the poster in place.
Man, what I won't do for a buck.
Then, tomorrow, I have to go to the Good Charlotte show at Saratoga Winners, stand outside of it, and hand out postcards promoting Dashboard Confessional.
Yup yup yup.
I have like 4,000 postcards to hand out. Jeez.
So that's my weekend, ahead of me.
The crickets I bought at the pet shop are singing. Have been all night. God damn.
One of them escaped, too. It sat in the radiator and sang frantically all night.
ARGH. Maddening.
But, as I had headphones on half the night, I'm not unduly traumatized.
Oh, duh. I was just trying to figure out how to get Windows Filesharing to work on the laptop again, so I could get my files off it, and then I remembered... there's a USB Zip drive floating around. That'll work on both of them. Sheez.
Sigh. OK. Later, then, y'alls.
