2 posts tagged “brain”

Today I woke up at an ungodly hour. I blame jet lag. I wasted some time screwing around on the internet, like you do, and then took myself out to breakfast. Did you know that if you get to Glo's before 8am on Sunday you can sit wherever you want? 'Cause you can. Over breakfast I finished reading The Prestige just in time for the film to come out on Friday. Totally looking forward to it, because it's just the sort of crazy twisty narrative that Christopher Nolan can work wonders with. Everyone's seen Memento, of course, but has anyone else seen Following? For it is awesome.

Now at home I'm watching the rain and thinking about all the things I'm not doing today. It's a quiet brainstormy day, I think. I've given myself permission to blow off grocery shopping so long as I do it tomorrow, and laundry has been bumped to tomorrow as well. Stitch & Bitch isn't for hours yet, and thus go my obligations.

Ever since I moved into this apartment I've been in a weird purging stage. I'm nearly finished trashing all of my CD cases in favor of oversized wallets, which feels amazing. My next area to work on is clothing -- tons of it needs to just go away, and then I need to sew two sweatshirts up into pillows. Then comes the project I spent time researching today: the t-shirt quilt. There are a lot of involved patterns on the Internet, but I'm interested only in basic hints re interfacing and the like. I made a denim quilt already, I know basically how I want it to go, and I know that it's an art, not a science. It'll be a good winter project. I can already see it spread out across the living room.

Next, I've been eyeing up my books, at least the few I have with me here, and I've decided to start bookcrossing them. Most of the titles I want to get rid of I got for free or very cheap, and I just don't think I'd ever get around to selling them, and if I did, I wouldn't make much off of them anyway. Better to be entertained, that's my theory.

I've not been writing for some time now, and I don't know how I feel about that. There are some writing-things coming up, with deadlines and everything, that might get me back in the mood, but I'm not going to worry about it too much. I think I'm just in a different sort of space, a consuming space, maybe, instead of a creative one, and maybe that's okay.

It's raining today, and it'll keep on raining for the next 6 to 8 months regardless of how I feel about it, so I will try to not fear it, I will try to not fear free time, I will try for a world outside of my apartment, but I will try to not punish myself unduly if I fail. 

Vox has wanted to know all kinds of things lately that I haven't had much to say about, like the highlight of my summer (difficult to say, because the end of it was swallowed by depression), my favorite vacation spot (I've never gone on any sort of traditional vacation, so that's non-applicable), favorite foreign accent (...). I did have an answer to "what's up?", though. Two things: the Chicago Mercantile Exchange and Ray's hair.

Yup.

Last night I started to watch Saving Face because I still had some work to do after the pilot of "Studio 60" ended. I didn't get very far into it because I had forgotten how much of the movie is subtitled, and though I can knit and read subtitles, I can't alphabetize invoices and read subtitles. However, I did notice something I missed the first time around, and that is that my former professor and undergrad advisor's son was the cinematographer. Which is pretty cool.

What else, what else. I want to tell you people about me and the WB, but that will have to be tomorrow, I think, because it's 3:30 and I haven't done anything I wanted to accomplish at work today except go to a meeting about holiday assistance programming.

Peace out.