So I figured out today that if I set Johnny down in his room with the door wide open, he will crawl over to the open door and bat it back and forth in his hands, then kind of peer around it to see if he can figure out how it works. It was very interesting to watch, him opening and closing the door, peeking through the open sliver of light to look at me. Hee.

Okay, I started out the night with another one of those heavenly drinks. Maybe not the best idea, but whatever. I got a few paragraphs done. But MY LEGS HURT. I DON'T KNOW WHY?

I'm just... right now I'm tired. And sick of everything. And I mean everything. I don't want to sleep, mostly because I want to write, but I can't make myself sit here anymore. I don't think a smoke or a drink would help. I don't think tea would, either. Thank goodness I don't do any 'recreational' drugs. I am tired of grape juice. I am tired of giving my opinion on issues I care about when it doesn't matter to anyone else. This rice? Is disgusting. I shouldn't have put teriyaki on it. I wish I could find a sound file converter that actually worked.

Maybe I will read myself to sleep. I could stand to do some more reading, especially since I have NEW BOOKS. When I finish them, I'll post so you know if they're any good or not. Yes, this is what I need. I'll get a fresh start in the morning, and maybe you'll see a new chapter of Agapé before the day is through. Like anyone's actually looking for it anymore.

[This song] could drive anyone crazy after a while. I am going to have it stuck in my head tonight, and I won't be able to sleep. But I like it anyways. I snagged it from Jay Gordon's MySpace page. What am I doing stalking him? Wouldn't you like to know.

~Des

 

Do not be alarmed! I have changed my LJ name. Yes, it is I... and also I'm making non-friends-only entries now, because I forgot the point.

Anyway, I hope everyone had a good three-day weekend. We went to the Boca Ciega Yacht Club (which in this case is really a fancy word for boat-parking plus a kitchen and some docks) to meet my dad and Jo-Anne, and her sister-in-law and father-in-law (from her ex). We had a picnic lunch and took Johnny out on the sailboat for a quick ten minutes or less, which we thought he'd love, but he hated it. He was sticky with sunscreen and the lifejacket apparently was too snug on his little shoulders and neck (who knew they actually made them that small?), so he cried the whole time and it was miserable. Oh, but when we changed direction and headed back to the docks? He was quiet as a mouse and lulled his head back peacefully. Grrgh. We later went to my mom's for filets and swimming - we thought - but Johnny was fussy and wouldn't eat anything but cheerios (he seems to not want to take anything from a spoon now, and it's really driving me up the wall coming up with meals for him), and cranky and tired, so no pool.

My kid brother crashed here that night, and Joe and I finished off the last of the rum. Coconut rum is good with bananas and orange juice and a teensy bit of sugar, if you blend it up right with the ice chips. Yum.

Sharing a cigarette with Steve was weird, though. Nevermind that he's younger, and was smoking long before I ever did. He's still my kid brother, and it's weird. I told him as much, but he pointed this out and said, "It should be weird for me!" Me, I only smoke when I drink, which is... well, twice a month to never. And yes, his six-foot-six lanky ass was sprawled all over my couch. Personally, I don't know how he managed to fit.

AND STEPH IS COMING BACK TO FLORIDA!! Party at my house. This is going to be the best visit ever, even if I have to twist her arm -- or snog her (which I realize would probably only make matters worse, but I like to live dangerously).

I want to be on AIM with you guys tonight, but I will probably sit it out and try my best to get some of these chapters out. Again, I can't seem to concentrate on anything, or sit still. All these ideas are just backing up in my brain. One of these days, my head is going to explode.

...That every time I get on the internet I go and find music can't possibly have anything to do with that. Oh, no. Not at all.

I had totally forgotten about this song. Good thing I was on Wikipedia today, or I'd have quite possibly never picked it up again. Right click, "save as" for my current tunes... [mp3]

Okay, must turn off speakers now. Putting myself on lock-down in the office. Yes...

(I am so not going to write anything, I'm going to make TifaxHellmasker fan-soundtracks instead, because that's what this song does to me. YOU HAVE TO TURN IT UP LOUD!)

~Nighty Night~

 

I've been kind of missing for a few days. Been falling out of touch with a few people, and for that I apologize. Trying to do more things that don't involve sitting in the office, though, despite that I haven't been able to write clearly for a little while anyway, and I do enjoy it.

Other than the time I've been spending with my son, I've also been getting into some reading lately, and catching up on some films I've been wanting to see. I think Joe wants to take me to a local production of La Boheme sometime soon too, which might be fun, because I've never seen that.

Did sort some ideas out in my head though, concerning some writing. I've found a few catalysts I'd been looking for, and things are starting to fall into place. Now all I have to do is force some concentration.

Got drunk Friday night, which was nice, since I don't often get to do that anymore. I have a thing for coconut rum, and I don't care what anyone thinks about that -- I am not a wussy! I remember the stand-up we were watching was hilarious, and exceptionally good in comparison to most routines, only now I wish I could remember more of it. Huh.

I've just been really restless and ADHD lately. I've found I'll sit up until early in the AM watching things I've seen a million times and listening to music I've heard a million times (It's 5:20AM now), just because I don't feel like going to sleep. And the Kill Bill movies were on tonight. Nevermind that I own both of them. Know what else? Michael Madsen makes rednecks look good better.

Also something worth mentioning. This might be kind of forward, but I figure it's better to ask than to spend money when I don't have to. Does anyone have a rename token they don't need/aren't using, and would they like to trade fic or art or something I can do better than that for it?

Last thing: Happy 22nd Birthday, nintendosteve. I hope you have an awesome day. I will call you later.

...This track is busted. Makes me kind of sad inside, that I can only listen to half of what I think is their best song. *bloop*

Nighty Night!