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lady_t_220Concentration lies at an all-time low. I'm not certain if it's the heat in here (It's painfully stuffy upstairs, even with the fan on full blast) or the generalised state of fatigued crapness or what.
All I know is that my right arm is freaking well killing me from so many hours spent footling around on my computer. I don't actually acheive anything, I just footle. Like right now, this post has no point but yet I'm still typing.
I'm feeling somewhat dispassionate, it must be said. In the mood for Open Heat Zoo played too loud so the growly bass bits vibrate right through you if you sit near the subwoofer.
Bass that should roll out in a distinct physical wave from your toes upwards... it's tingly good.
But yes, dispassionate... that's a good word for it. Suddenly unable to find the drive to read, to write, to draw... in fact to do anything other than write pointless LJ entries and vegetate slightly.
I'm wondering if I have too many fics on the go at once to be honest. I think I need to be brutal with some of them. Clear them away and forget about them for a while, at least until I can find the drive to fix the things that are wrong. It's an intangible dissatisfaction with pretty much everything I've written since around Easter to be honest. I'm wondering if I barfed up my literary satisfaction with the food poisoning I had...
All I know is that my right arm is freaking well killing me from so many hours spent footling around on my computer. I don't actually acheive anything, I just footle. Like right now, this post has no point but yet I'm still typing.
I'm feeling somewhat dispassionate, it must be said. In the mood for Open Heat Zoo played too loud so the growly bass bits vibrate right through you if you sit near the subwoofer.
Bass that should roll out in a distinct physical wave from your toes upwards... it's tingly good.
But yes, dispassionate... that's a good word for it. Suddenly unable to find the drive to read, to write, to draw... in fact to do anything other than write pointless LJ entries and vegetate slightly.
I'm wondering if I have too many fics on the go at once to be honest. I think I need to be brutal with some of them. Clear them away and forget about them for a while, at least until I can find the drive to fix the things that are wrong. It's an intangible dissatisfaction with pretty much everything I've written since around Easter to be honest. I'm wondering if I barfed up my literary satisfaction with the food poisoning I had...
