i.e. nonsensical, but fun. It was, as my boss put it, the most expensive B-grade I've ever seen. ( I suppose these are technically spoilers. Pffffsnnrrrrk. )

I am pretty sure every vehicle in the film was stolen from either FFVII or Wall-E, though. And John Cusack can get some better cheekbones and come back to play Crowley any time, I am just saying.

On the bright side, hey, heat, seawater and time! You didn't even need that last continent!



Oh man, I was exhausted before the movie. I think I've slipped into over-tired now. Not yet awake enough for NaNo, though. We'll try again at 4am, eh?

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I know sleeping know would be a monumentally bad move, but that doesn't make the bed look any less inviting. To stave that off, to do list:

- finish Wicked Gentlemen
- sketch Gaura of Gaura Vani and As Kindred Spirits
- list BPAL imps for Sonya
- take mum BPAL shopping, yay, yay, perfume
- write something, preferably coherently

[EDIT] So, I'm not finished Wicked Gentlemen yet, but I have to say - it's good, right, but it seems to suffer a persistent case of not quite rightness. As in, none of the phrases are quite as beautiful as they could be. The rhythm is off, the word isn't as precise as it should be... whatever, there's just this niggling sense that it needs to be rewritten and resoldered and given another six months in the bottom drawer. It's frustrating, because otherwise I'm really enjoying it, but I guess reading Sarah Monette almost exclusively for eighteen months has left me spoilt for gorgeous phrases.

[EDIT] Yeah, no, that book was little more than mush. Next!

Went to bed at about eight-thirty, went to sleep at about ten, halfway through Wicked Gentlemen. Woke up at 2.30am and couldn't get back to sleep. Oh, the glamour and perfection of my life.

Not feeling grand, but not feeling hideously ill, either, so in another bloody half hour when the first bus of the day goes past, I can finally go to work. Might leave when Isaac does today. My hours are getting more and more irregular. Sigh.

I'm tired. I hurt. I'm trying to convince myself drawing is a good plan by means of what may constitute Depeche Mode abuse. Or I was until I found more Dissidia clips.

Dave Wittenberg does a damn fine Kefka in Dissidia. Although I have to say, I actually really like this version of Kuja's Trance. :3

Right. Okay. Uhhhh. Seriously, I cannot brain today. I have been having serious trouble, for obvious reasons that I... may or may not have explained. 2.5h sleep is not good for you! Neither is pain you cannot get rid of! Just in case you wondered.

Drawing. Right. Okay.

You would think I would be ready to crash right now, after 3.5h sleep at max. YOU WOULD BE SO, SO WRONG. I am all but bouncing off walls, mentally speaking. This is not how it is meant to work. I've been drawing. I think I need to go and... read that book about the lectures of Nobel Laureates or something, to put myself to sleep. Except I am not sure that would do it at this point, and I have more exciting things to read.

Unlike Rage, who has been forced to read Twilight, and now New Moon. AHAHAHAHAHA, IT SUCKS TO BE HER.

On the other hand, she can sleep. (Touché.)

*should really not communicate with people when this level of 8DDDD*

[EDIT] If I go in to work in a few hours I can leave when it's time for my appointment and crash then. This is logical, right? Right???

ME: Tadaimaaadnfdhasjkdf.
MUM: Oh, there you are. Home early!
ME: Home on time. :) I sleep nao.
MUM: You need to stop playing games at midnight.
ME: What?
MUM: I could hear you in there on your controller.
ME: Uh. Okay.
MUM: Blah blah sleep tea blah exercise hands blah blah boob reduction.
ME: Mmhmm. I'll be asleep on my desk.

And that, dear readers, is where I'll be. Long day was long.

One in the morning —
my neck hurts from this pillow
and I hate myself.

[EDIT] Wait, wait, I need a seasonal reference:

Shedding all my sheets
because the night is confused:
it's not Summer yet.

At this rate I'll have composed a full sestina by the time I get some shut-eye.

That at no point resembled sleep.

Wasn't tired at ten, so watched Sign of Four at last. Wasn't tired at half eleven when that finished, so read for a bit. Wasn't tired at half twelve, either, but had to be up, so turned out the light and slept reasonably quickly, only to dream about drinking coffee and wake up pretty permanently at about 3am. Should really just give up and become nocturnal officially.

Things Accomplished This Weekend:
- visiting
- cleaning
- Shadow Magic
- drawing for Tina's Birthday
- Sign of Four

Hours of Sleep: almost 9.

Fail: Less-Than-Epic thanks to Tina's birthday sketch. XD Hurrah!

Well, that wasn't enough sleep by any stretch of the imagination, but apparently excitement about Shadow Magic makes me sleep deeply when it finally happens, so I don't actually feel all that bad.

why do you people let me read things it is one in the morning and i am weeping with laughter help

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I cannot deal with this morning thing I am exhausted still and I didn't sleep well and tonight I am at Dad's so crappy mattress and dead spine ahoy and afkjsdhfjsdf *just goes back to sleep forever*

But I have to clean the house, or there will be murder when mum gets back, djfadshjf.

[EDIT]

JED: There was one thing that brought us all together. Neil, Nathan and I were like best friends that day, remember guys?
NEIL: Best friends — HAH!
JED: I... thought we were friends. :(
NEIL: No, we were best friends, it was a good day — that's just how I laugh.
NATHAN: We really were best friends, Zack.
JED: ...I'm Jed.
NATHAN: :) And you always will be.

Well, no one could rightly call that sleep. I think I lost consciousness a few times - mostly because I don't remember hearing the dryer stop - but I know I spent a decent portion of the night switching position irritably and swearing because it couldn't be time for the crows to start, not yet, not yet...!

So of course the first thing I get out of mum is, "So when are you giving up tea?"

Here is a hint: NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrjaflsdfajs.

Alternatively, OVER MY DEAD BODY.

I had five cups yesterday, which is not that excessive. I think it was the coke that pushed me over, and coke I can certainly go without. But tea? You are walking on thin ice with golf shoes. Seriously. You're bugfuck. Go away.

Hope Isaac is in today, or I'm going to have to pick up his projects. T_T; Meep.

It is so not the pillow, guys. It is totally the bed. I was sleeping better in Melbourne than I sleep on this fucking thing, and I never sleep better away from home. I need a new mattress. A harder mattress. A mattress that did not belong to my cousin for a million years before I got the fucking thing. >:\ Ugh.

I want to say a double, but I don't think it'd fit in my room. Seems silly to buy another king single at 21-and-two-thirds, though.

Also, Avenue Q pictures. The green puppet the second image down is Nicky. Now scroll down 'til you find the image with both his actors (the one close to the bottom) and tell me he is not the most expressive puppet with the most expressive puppeteers in the world. X3 Wheeeeeee! (I am pretty sure that is the what you do in bed with guys line. XD)

Off to work!

Today was long and vaguely painful. Felt for most of it as if I were getting nothing done, but I finished two .xml docs, which took me to about thirty pages for the day, so I had to be doing something right. The morning was a haze of exhaustion and neck pain; the afternoon was better, but I only really perked up at about 4pm, which figures.

Exciting times are happening in Kushiel's Scion. I am still seeing things coming a good distance away, and there are still occasional portions of blah, but I care about more people in this series, so it's okay. XD

The specialist's office apparently decided I had no private health cover, wtf, so have to call them tomorrow and sort out more shit. Sigh.

Eight days until I get to see Tina. Fifteen days until my hand is stabbittied. About twenty minutes until I go the fuck to bed, because god damn.

Ash is in my head, for some unknown reason, but he's just standing around without actually doing anything. This is cool. I like Ash. But I'm a little confused.

[EDIT] http://twitpic.com/61gxk <-- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Tuesday is coming to be the worst day of the week. Probably because I keep waking up on it and thinking, ah, Wednesday. *facemash*

Still didn't sleep well. Maybe tonight.

I'm awaaaaake

I don't want to be awake

dfkajsdasl;ssdlkjskd

Also, holy shit, guys, I'm so fucking tired. Maybe two hours' sleep last night. I bought a muffin on the way to work and just... forgot to eat it until about half an hour before I went to have lunch with Rage. And then again until about half an hour before I went home. Going to bed in about fifteen minutes, or as soon as James vacates the bathroom so I can brush my freakin' teeth.

There are so many holes in that movie, even if you discount the other movies. Sigh.

There is a new Starfighter page up and I can't look at it until people gtfo my room.

(The irony is that they would leave my room immediately if I just started looking at it.)

...that unless I do nothing but work and sleep, I will never catch up on all the sleep I've missed. I am always going to wake up exhausted. never refreshed.

It is unfortunate, but I should get over it.

The people in this suburb and their fucking car alarms. *puts head in hands*

Woke up a lot last night. Once, my hands were curled around a dreamed N64 controller. I do remember a Zelda dream in which I was in the castle for its collapse, but sdfjdhjafsd.

[EDIT] Mmmnsfjsdhf, must win this contesttttstastsaetsdf. Will need to recruit folk to click &stars;+ though. |D; Alas.