breathing is like darkness, drinking is like shining.
this is how the oroborus works. fuckers.
so maybe i am drinking to much. jenny says so. she tends to be higher WIS on these things than me. i don't know. i've just been sort of out of it. i had a tendency to leave letters off the end of sentences, for instance. to cut right to the punctuation. for a while, this whole thing worked aces. when the novel was being written. i lost a lot of momentum through two events. one i joke about, which is jenny making fun of it. i mean, i can't really act like this is some writing megalith. but i dunno, maybe i'm sensative. i totally was about her ambivilance. the other end of it is the rest of the participants vibe when david was in italy. i mean, okay. there was work to be done. peter & me, especially, since we were the crutch carriers. which, we should be. i dunno, it did sort of sour when i saw no one else picking up from where it was last left. i formerly thought 100k was a good benchmark. now i'm back to the conservative nanowrimo 50k. whatever. it is still pretty great. if we can stop doing fucking text kills at work, maybe we can get some fucking inertia back in to the manuscript.
oh man, i missed the murder that just happened across the street? fuck, i miss all the shootings.
dolled up & between the panes. not like i mean it in a negative way. but i mean. who spends their time in any way that actually means something to them? i talk about angels a lot. maybe you've figured that out by now, but that is pretty important to me. i mean, the most important to me. most of my important living takes place in the margins. there have been bits that slip over, that matter in a greater way. for instance, cute jenny. she's awful adorable with her martyrdom. but i don't really have any point to make here. monday is go to work day. tuesday i go to work early, but then go to play practice. i like my play. wednesday is new comic day. thursday? i guess this one is thanksgiving. i tried to fix it? but i failed. see, left to my own devices, i will let shit play out. but jenny...shit matters to her. which i kind of get. but not, apparently, quick enough. anyhow.