Mwahahaha.

I feel so happily evil, now.

Realised something about my own writing. I try to evoke a mood, a picture, with a few words. Sometimes I feel like I'm half writing lyrics, or poetry. And it's supposed to be description!

But I.... I just don't like writing too much--over-describing...

I was once told that you should discard three pages for every four you write... The way I write, I need four pages for every ONE to get all of the descriptions in... If I did them.

Which I don't.

Anyway. I've posted fic for the first time in... eons. I feel so proud.

oh!

Nearly forgot.

Ahem.

I. don't have to work tomorrow, or Saturday, or Sunday!!!!!!

Yes, folks, we finally have someone else hired. I.... Have . Three. Days. Off.

This is gonna be so fucking weird.

I am an idiot.

For the hell of it, I feel like bitching about something stupid.

I've been hungry for... hrm. Two? hours. Something like that. Anyway. I've also been cleaning my room all afternoon.

I ate cheerios for breakfast a bit after 12 noon. I also had coffee.

Didn't think anything of being hungry--other than that I should stop cleaning soon and eat. But I didn't want to, 'cause I was on a roll.

So. Stood up after bagging a bunch of trash. And I started shaking.

Thought, Put socks and shoes on, take trash to dumpster, come back and eat.

Put on socks and shoes. Started downstairs, feeling lightheaded. Tromped to dumpster, etc, etc.

Got back. Started making a pot pie after scouring my hands (shaking hands).

I have a tendency to lean on one leg and look sideways into the fridge. I did so. And had to slam my hand against the wall to keep from falling over.

Yes. Shaking, lightheaded, and none too steady on my feet.

So I have food now. And am planning to sit for a good long while. At least until I've finished eating.