(Well, afternoon, really, but most of my f-list is at least 5 hours behind me, so the law of averages says it'll be morning for most of you.)lily_st_regis
has gone mad, but in all fairness, she is having a very very bad time of storyboarding. And now she's progressed to Projectile Pencils in my living room. I maybe should have said no when she said, 'shall I make more coffee?'
Too late now!
Mwaa haa haa haa! (That's my caffeine overdose laugh, btw.)
I'm having Life Disillusionment Issues. I'm fairly certain that about three weeks ago, I really liked my job. And I do still like my job, the parts that involve talking to people and all the books, but the backstage stuff is driving me right up the wall and across the ceiling a little bit.
Oh, and I'm so over this Twitter thing.
Actually, no, that's not quite accurate, cos I like sneaking little glimpses into real people's lives.
I'm over the Z-list celebrity
Partly because I don't I understand how you can say anything in 140 characters, but mostly because, if you've only got 140 characters to think about, HOW COME YOU STILL CAN'T SPELL?? And why is it suddenly the only way of getting a point across in the ongoing saga of your terrible marriage breakdown, or what ever self induced crisis you're inflicting on the public at this particular moment.
We get all the info - at great length, whether we want it or not - anyway, so how much light does your mispelled e-blip shed on the situation?
Mindless celebrities +Twittering = Twats.
Ok, off chest now.
And my brain won't behave. I need it to knuckle down and write some more of it's stupid new story and it doesn't want to. it wants to play on the internet and watch Veronica Mars and drink too much coffee and generally piss me off!
It's enough to make you wish for bio-tech, or to be a cyborg, cos then at least you could program yourself to do want you wanted.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know.
I'm getting help, I promise.