*twitches*
Dec. 21st, 2008 06:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardI want to read fic, and I want to read a very specific type of fic...and I have no idea what that happens to be.
Man, being back in Washington is killing my writing mojo. And the following things are not helping: my teeth, my touchpad, the mouse, the fact that it is still freezingohmygod, the fact that I cannot go anywhere, the fact that I'm not entirely sure where this chapter is going, except I am relatively certain that Susan is not going to be doing any knife-fighting at the moment after all, the fact that the only warm room in the house is the library in the evenings except for the fact that every time I'm in there I'm watching Friday Night Lights with my mom, and I can't quite multi-task well enough to type and watch it at the same time (handwrite, yes; type, no) and did I mention the mouse situation?
Dell. So getting a weepy phone call from me. Except I can't take the time to send my laptop in to get fixed if that's what's needed; I need it to work now, and I am a college student! I need it all the time! And I have this sneaking suspicion that the holiday season is not really the best time ever to get something repaired if it needs it (PLEASE DO NOT NEED IT. PLEASE LET ME HAVE TO, LIKE, LIGHT CANDLES TO ATHENA OR SACRIFICE A GOAT OR SOMETHING).
Also, I have this crazy theory that the touchpad problem can be blamed on the cold, which I know is patently ridiculous, except, well, my laptop was fine up until we got to Ellensburg, and the touchpad does seem to work better whe the laptop is in somewhat warmer settings?
I know. I am losing my mind. Also, I want my writing mojo back, goddamnit. (I'm just too...I don't know, uncomfortable to write straight-through, and I'm nervous and twitchy and I'm not entirely sure why. I think I'm feeling trapped. It's not helping.)
ETA: God, no wonder I'm feeling cold, it's a good fifteen degrees colder in this house than it is in my dorm room back at Tulane. THAT EXPLAINS A LOT. It is not just psychosomatic because of the enormous amounts of snow! I am not completely losing my mind! Just mostly. Oh, baby, work.
Man, being back in Washington is killing my writing mojo. And the following things are not helping: my teeth, my touchpad, the mouse, the fact that it is still freezingohmygod, the fact that I cannot go anywhere, the fact that I'm not entirely sure where this chapter is going, except I am relatively certain that Susan is not going to be doing any knife-fighting at the moment after all, the fact that the only warm room in the house is the library in the evenings except for the fact that every time I'm in there I'm watching Friday Night Lights with my mom, and I can't quite multi-task well enough to type and watch it at the same time (handwrite, yes; type, no) and did I mention the mouse situation?
Dell. So getting a weepy phone call from me. Except I can't take the time to send my laptop in to get fixed if that's what's needed; I need it to work now, and I am a college student! I need it all the time! And I have this sneaking suspicion that the holiday season is not really the best time ever to get something repaired if it needs it (PLEASE DO NOT NEED IT. PLEASE LET ME HAVE TO, LIKE, LIGHT CANDLES TO ATHENA OR SACRIFICE A GOAT OR SOMETHING).
Also, I have this crazy theory that the touchpad problem can be blamed on the cold, which I know is patently ridiculous, except, well, my laptop was fine up until we got to Ellensburg, and the touchpad does seem to work better whe the laptop is in somewhat warmer settings?
I know. I am losing my mind. Also, I want my writing mojo back, goddamnit. (I'm just too...I don't know, uncomfortable to write straight-through, and I'm nervous and twitchy and I'm not entirely sure why. I think I'm feeling trapped. It's not helping.)
ETA: God, no wonder I'm feeling cold, it's a good fifteen degrees colder in this house than it is in my dorm room back at Tulane. THAT EXPLAINS A LOT. It is not just psychosomatic because of the enormous amounts of snow! I am not completely losing my mind! Just mostly. Oh, baby, work.