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odds and ends
Apr. 17th, 2003 10:12 amwah! my kitty! my sweet little lovey baby kitty! and she's gonna be a mommy! auuuggghhh!!!!
seriously, this is too many cats; this will be the fourth generation of these cats that have lived in our yard. i am so getting Little One fixed as soon as i have the money. even if kittens are horribly preciously cuute.
and i had the wierdest dream last night. ( Harry Potter? )
trying to learn how to write stories when i'd been writing everything as poetry is very frustrating. and seems to have thrown me off on the poetry as well. i have to keep telling myself just to keep working on it, and eventually i get it back, but it's still kind of scary. i had gotten used to just reaching out and the words were there, damnit!
now i reach out and they're like ants who've have thier little scent line drawn across. 'ooh noooo! where do i go?! do i go here or there or maybe go to Australia? help!'
grr. it doesn't help that i keep having attacks of irrational goofiness either. maybe i should try to write something funny?
oh: you know you're playing too much Crono Cross when:
it occurs to you that this game is like the movie Groundhog Day. only, instead of getting that day right so it will stop, you're getting the day right so it will keep repeating.
and think it would be funny to maybe write a fic of that from Serge's pov, wherein he has funny reactions and tries stupid things because he knows it's all going to start over again anyway.
seriously, this is too many cats; this will be the fourth generation of these cats that have lived in our yard. i am so getting Little One fixed as soon as i have the money. even if kittens are horribly preciously cuute.
and i had the wierdest dream last night. ( Harry Potter? )
trying to learn how to write stories when i'd been writing everything as poetry is very frustrating. and seems to have thrown me off on the poetry as well. i have to keep telling myself just to keep working on it, and eventually i get it back, but it's still kind of scary. i had gotten used to just reaching out and the words were there, damnit!
now i reach out and they're like ants who've have thier little scent line drawn across. 'ooh noooo! where do i go?! do i go here or there or maybe go to Australia? help!'
grr. it doesn't help that i keep having attacks of irrational goofiness either. maybe i should try to write something funny?
oh: you know you're playing too much Crono Cross when:
it occurs to you that this game is like the movie Groundhog Day. only, instead of getting that day right so it will stop, you're getting the day right so it will keep repeating.
and think it would be funny to maybe write a fic of that from Serge's pov, wherein he has funny reactions and tries stupid things because he knows it's all going to start over again anyway.
