But it lies. It is so Tuesday.
Anyhow. I am procrastinating because I’ve hit a creative wall in my freelance project (this happens 99% of the time, anyway; nothing huge), and if I had an iPhone I would so show you the tiny little lunch/snack that I have, which is an egg and some cheese and fruit and a teeny bagel with some peanut butter (Starbucks’s food offerings have improved drastically over the past few years), but I don’t so I won’t.
The pants are finished, after a late night dinner with friends. I watched some more FarScape (I love it more every episode and am angry with myself for not having cable back when it was on TV, mostly because now it’s not cool to dress up as Aeryn Sun for conventions any more; it’s been done) and stitched stuff and cursed out my elastic waistband which did not want to cooperate, and then figured it out anyway, and then at the last realized that only one of the legs is on the true bias, so the stripes don’t really line up.
Oh, well. The pants are shiny and I can do better next time.
I’ve become really addicted to Twitter and lately noticed that I get depressed/anxious when people who post regularly aren’t posting. For example, today a friend is in town. She regularly posts. Like, many, many times a day. Only today she was about the town with another friend, and so therefore did not post (though she has an iPhone – do not have fun! indulge my Tweet addiction!), and it was strangely unsettling, although at about 4 I realized I was being an idiot and stopped checking Twitter every ten minutes.
You can tell how incredibly overstimulating this week is if I’m blogging about that other blog I have. I think this is the beginning of the end for any sort of legitimate presence for me on the internet.
So I’m here until they’re done with their “thing,” and this the first time I’ve used my laptop at a coffee shop and I feel kind of like a hipster, which is mostly ok (my bag is a Bag of Holding, so it’s all really an act).
Friday is so far away.