Impossible things
Jun. 26th, 2012 01:38 pmTonight I'm going to see Brave. Very excited.
First I have to get there, though. I leave work at 3.45pm and am supposed to be meeting my fellow cinema-goers at 4.45pm for supper. The early supper is due to the inconvenient show time.
In that transition hour, I have to get home, change, do my injection, feed the cats and get back to the same general area as my office. Also, I have to make sure that I have mother with me as this is a joint trip.
With the current construction work on my route, my drive home is averaging 28 minutes in the afternoon. So, no pressure then!
In hopeful news, Mum was explaining last night (after critiquing my washing up technique again, WTF?) that she's hoping to talk my aunt into a trip to a neighbouring province at some stage. I'm fairly sure that I didn't say "OMG, yay, squeee!" but I am encouraging this heartily. She mentioned getting a hotel for a couple of nights. Two mother-free days (at least). It would be glorious.
You know that stage in writing where you start to get tempted to write "Insert funny and insightful bit here->" in lieu of writing about five pages because the funny and the insightful disappear every time you try to write it?
Yeah, that.
Maybe Thing 4 needs to percolate a while longer and I should give Thing 5 a try now. It can't go any worse, frankly.
Or I could start the fic that I think will be my
marvel_bang fic.
Or I could see whether that bunny about the Avengers doing PR visits wants to come out and play.
Or I could continue to mutter about being unable to write and glare at the open file.
First I have to get there, though. I leave work at 3.45pm and am supposed to be meeting my fellow cinema-goers at 4.45pm for supper. The early supper is due to the inconvenient show time.
In that transition hour, I have to get home, change, do my injection, feed the cats and get back to the same general area as my office. Also, I have to make sure that I have mother with me as this is a joint trip.
With the current construction work on my route, my drive home is averaging 28 minutes in the afternoon. So, no pressure then!
In hopeful news, Mum was explaining last night (after critiquing my washing up technique again, WTF?) that she's hoping to talk my aunt into a trip to a neighbouring province at some stage. I'm fairly sure that I didn't say "OMG, yay, squeee!" but I am encouraging this heartily. She mentioned getting a hotel for a couple of nights. Two mother-free days (at least). It would be glorious.
You know that stage in writing where you start to get tempted to write "Insert funny and insightful bit here->" in lieu of writing about five pages because the funny and the insightful disappear every time you try to write it?
Yeah, that.
Maybe Thing 4 needs to percolate a while longer and I should give Thing 5 a try now. It can't go any worse, frankly.
Or I could start the fic that I think will be my
Or I could see whether that bunny about the Avengers doing PR visits wants to come out and play.
Or I could continue to mutter about being unable to write and glare at the open file.
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Date: 2012-06-27 03:25 pm (UTC)