On nothing in particular
Feb. 3rd, 2003 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220I keep thinking it's an awful lot later than it is. 10 to 10 and I keep thinking it's time for me to turn off the puter and flump over in bed in time for work tomorrow morning. Seems today was a bit of a non-starter.
They're showing Con Air on C5 again... Worth it only cause John Cusack can be quite nice to look at and because I have nothing better to do. Though I've really seen it enough times already...
*bah* now the stupid colour knob on my TV is acting weird again. Flicking between B&W and frighteningly blindingly AAAAAAAAGH! colours. There is no middle ground left and shaking the knob around will only get you so far.
I should try to write, but then I've been saying that for the past 2-3 weeks or so without much success. However today's lack of creativity I'm blaming on this morning's random crying jag (part PMT, part random self-pity) and the fact that I've been profoundly uninspired in recent weeks by pretty much everything.
I sit around and think that I want to write, but when it actually comes down to it I'm suffering from a severe lack of words.
You know, like there's a set number of words you're allocated in every quarter and I cashed mine in already?
They're showing Con Air on C5 again... Worth it only cause John Cusack can be quite nice to look at and because I have nothing better to do. Though I've really seen it enough times already...
*bah* now the stupid colour knob on my TV is acting weird again. Flicking between B&W and frighteningly blindingly AAAAAAAAGH! colours. There is no middle ground left and shaking the knob around will only get you so far.
I should try to write, but then I've been saying that for the past 2-3 weeks or so without much success. However today's lack of creativity I'm blaming on this morning's random crying jag (part PMT, part random self-pity) and the fact that I've been profoundly uninspired in recent weeks by pretty much everything.
I sit around and think that I want to write, but when it actually comes down to it I'm suffering from a severe lack of words.
You know, like there's a set number of words you're allocated in every quarter and I cashed mine in already?
