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Apr. 24th, 2013 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
selenayEvery time I sit down to write a post, it ends up being a one thousand word essay on everything that's going wrong on Project Doom and why I'm incredibly stressed and exhausted. Entertaining for me, not of interest to anyone else.
The problem is that I can't think of anything to write about that isn't my incredibly stressful work or the fic that refuses to be written no matter how many times I glare at the page and rewrite most of it.
I mean, stuff's happened. The Thor 2 trailer came out yesterday and if my brain was less fried, I'd have some Opinions on it. Most of my opinions are about how little Darcy time we got and how terrible Loki's hair looks. I'm definitely swimming in the shallow end of everything right now.
Annie-cat has decided she needs to steal my new slippers to love them every time I'm silly enough to take them off and forget to put them in a cupboard. Which would be funnier if she didn't make them so soggy from grooming them.
There have lots of pretty pictures of Doctor Who and Star Trek and Iron Man, all of which are making me very happy when I'm awake long enough to look at them on Tumblr.
It's just that I don't have the spare processing capability to do more than say "yay" at them.
The phrase "Fire bad, tree pretty" has never been more applicable to my life.
The problem is that I can't think of anything to write about that isn't my incredibly stressful work or the fic that refuses to be written no matter how many times I glare at the page and rewrite most of it.
I mean, stuff's happened. The Thor 2 trailer came out yesterday and if my brain was less fried, I'd have some Opinions on it. Most of my opinions are about how little Darcy time we got and how terrible Loki's hair looks. I'm definitely swimming in the shallow end of everything right now.
Annie-cat has decided she needs to steal my new slippers to love them every time I'm silly enough to take them off and forget to put them in a cupboard. Which would be funnier if she didn't make them so soggy from grooming them.
There have lots of pretty pictures of Doctor Who and Star Trek and Iron Man, all of which are making me very happy when I'm awake long enough to look at them on Tumblr.
It's just that I don't have the spare processing capability to do more than say "yay" at them.
The phrase "Fire bad, tree pretty" has never been more applicable to my life.
