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Oct. 22nd, 2010 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rillaliciousThe thing about posting to this journal is that it's like trying on favorite clothes that I haven't worn in years. The fit isn't quite the same, and I'm not exactly sure how to wiggle in just right so that it's not too loose in some places and too tight in others. Did I lose my analogy? Probably.
I know almost nothing of fannish stuff anymore, but it looks like most of my flist has veered away from fannish posting, so I don't feel too lost just yet.
I'm trying to work on finding something to say when I feel like I've got nothing, because lately I've been in a rut where my voice just goes... quiet. I'd like to find it again by the time nano starts. Still don't know what I'm writing.
I want to order pizza tomorrow but we just had it two days ago.
It's late, but I'm still awake. Do I watch another episode of Numb3rs or go to bed already? (Clearly doing anything productive is out of the question.)
ETA: Also, someone in the downstairs apartment walks very loudly all night long. I wonder what they're doing down there. (Not that I'm complaining. When one lives on the second floor with four children, one does not complain about the noise the neighbors make.)
I know almost nothing of fannish stuff anymore, but it looks like most of my flist has veered away from fannish posting, so I don't feel too lost just yet.
I'm trying to work on finding something to say when I feel like I've got nothing, because lately I've been in a rut where my voice just goes... quiet. I'd like to find it again by the time nano starts. Still don't know what I'm writing.
I want to order pizza tomorrow but we just had it two days ago.
It's late, but I'm still awake. Do I watch another episode of Numb3rs or go to bed already? (Clearly doing anything productive is out of the question.)
ETA: Also, someone in the downstairs apartment walks very loudly all night long. I wonder what they're doing down there. (Not that I'm complaining. When one lives on the second floor with four children, one does not complain about the noise the neighbors make.)
