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I finished writing all my articles - all 5 - for which I deserve a fucking medal, or pie, or a trenchcoated angel. Unfortunately now I am totally wired. I am also out of practice with writing anything other than incoherent fangirly bullshit, which annoys me. Writing is HARD, and if you don't do it regularly you lose your touch.

I'm going through my LiveJournal and deleting old communities I don't really follow anymore, so everything is more streamlined.

I'm organizing iTunes, too. LIKE A BOSS.

I finally gave in and marked everything on my Google Reader as read - which hurt me terribly because I am anal retentive - but there was NO WAY I was ever going to catch up.

I suppose I could watch the last episode of 'Divine.' My enthusiasm for the show is lukewarm, despite Misha Collins as a priest, because it is uneven and confusing.

Oh, for those of you who follow my Tumblr, I have set up a Daily Theme. I always instantly reblog posts by my friends. Everything else goes in the queue. Since I follow nearly 300 blogs, because I am UNWELL, this leads to back-up pretty fast, which annoys me. So now, in addition to my Friends posts and News posts, on the following days these topics will be posted instantly:
Monday: Misha Collins
Tuesday: Funny Shit
Wednesday: Comics
Thursday: Matthew Gray Gubler Thursday
Friday: Supernatural
Saturday: Music
Sunday: Reading

I clearly think about stupid shit way too often.

Boss: Hey!
Me: What?
Boss: What's my password?
Me: Which one?
Boss: Yes.
Me: .....What?
Boss: My password. I need it.
Me: OK, which password? Facebook? Email? Website admin? LinkedIn? Twitter? Blog?
Boss: Yes.
Me: That was not a yes or no question.
Boss: Stop giving me attitude and tell me my password.
Me: Your password for WHAT?
Boss: You know, the password!
Me: I need more information if I'm going to help you.
Boss: Can you just reset it?
Me: RESET WHAT?
Boss: My password.
Me: WHICH. PASSWORD.
Boss: The password.
Me: I cannot help you. You have many passwords. You need to specify which one. 
Boss: Look, if you don't remember my password, just tell me.
Me: WHICH PASSWORD?
Boss: Aha! You saved it for me! You need to calm down. Relax. Why are you getting so worked up?

Goals To Accomplish Today
* Send out book query letter Done. Then I threw up. Now I feel like hiding under the bed. Don't judge me, people looking at your work is terrifying on so many levels, and I am nervous, OK?
* Dye hair black and red
* Clean room Done. I found my floor. It is wooden. But I still have a shit-ton of other people's crap in here, because my family apparently uses my room as storage for weird shit. Which I do not appreciate. Really, whose toothbrushes are these?
* Send out at least 3 freelance writing job applications
* Buy rat food
* Blog
* Organize books to sell
* Find place to sell books

* My hand is all cramped up, and I didn't even knit that much last night. I'm a bit worried I will run out of yarn for my father's birthday scarf, even though I bought a lot.

* THE TATTOO LIST IS SHORTER. I AM EXCITED. I'd be more excited if I could AFFORD a tattoo, but HAHAHA money is an illusion.

* I am seeing Butch Walker soon with one of my bestest friends. FURTHER EXCITEMENT.

* I'm trying to be positive about the good things in my life, as opposed to dwelling on the negative. This is very hard for me. I am not a sunshine kind of girl.

* Have you ever poured Diet Coke into your coffee by accident, then drank it?
.... Then kept drinking it?

* WHY IS IT ONLY WEDNESDAY? SHOULDN'T IT BE SATURDAY?

* I'm running on 5 hours of sleep. Be gentle.
- LV

BUT I AM LAZY OK, AND I HAVE TWO BLOGS AND A TUMBLR AND TWO TWITTERS AND A LIFE.

I'M JUST ONE PERSON.

I am massively jetlagged. As in, it's 7 in the morning, and I am TOTALLY awake. But I want to sleep, because sleep is delightful.

This is a problem.

I also intensely do not want to go to work today, because I am sure my brain will simply turn off halfway through the day and I will DROOL on something, and that would be rude and gross.

I still want a teleporter.

Days off always start out with grandiose plans that I will accomplish much, and be triumphant and successful. Then I fart around on the internet all day. But today I will get SOME stuff done.

* Clean out my rat's cage. It smells like fail.

* Go to Borders. I know I have no money, but I get 25% off! 25%!!!

* Work on arm warmers/gloves, which is my current fixation. I CAN WEAR THEM. And they're more fun than scarves. 

* Finish Supernatural. I'm SCARED of the season one finale. 

* Work on my script.

* Find out how to get an agent for my freaking book.

* Plan my weekend of AWESOME AND WIN. 
- LV

The inside of my head at 12:48 AM: A Conversation Between Two LVs:
Stupid rats are doing stupid fights! Stupid!
You should get some rest.
Yes. Ooh, I should smoke another cigarette, and watch another episode of The IT Crowd, and work on my arm warmers!
That is not sleeping.
My ear is still filled with water. I can feel it sloshing. LIKE THE OCEAN.
I thought you were out of those energy drinks.
THEY ARE LIQUID JOY. My head is sloshy.
You need sleep. You want to see Zombieland. You have writing to do. You have the podcast tomorrow night. It's almost 1:00 AM.
 My ear really hurts. And I want to wear my zombie shoes to Zombieland. But no one will GO with me. 
You won't go AT ALL if you don't get to bed.
I keep losing count of how many rows I've done on my arm warmers. Why am I not talented?
You barely read the instructions, and you're exhausted. Just go to sleep.
I want a cigarette.
You don't NEED another cigarette.
YOU DON'T KNOW MY LIFE.
Maybe tomorrow less caffeine? And a sleep schedule that roughly resembles that of a normal human being?
THE WATER CAME OUT OF MY EAR! I CAN HEAR! IT'S AN EAR-ACLE! HAHAHAHHA.
This is going to be like the Red Bull Incident. I can tell.
No. Because there is not a Coffee Truck in New Jersey for me to chase. Or a Monster Truck.
You have an addictive personality. You need to watch when you start to get obsessive.
I'm not obsessive.
You tried to squeeze the Monster Energy Drink sweatshirt, in case the fabric had caffeine in it, when we were at the mall. 
That just makes SENSE. I was testing it.
You keep sulking to friends about Shutter Island being delayed, and how you could have seen it this weekend. You've told many people. Repeatedly. And you've watched the Nightmare on Elm Street trailer more times than I care to admit. Now you're getting that way about random shit, like you do when you're stressed. And then we have insomnia.
You can't prove that. There's no evidence. You are a LIAR. 
Go. To. Sleep.
OOOH. My rats are snuggling. They LOVE each other. Hi, ratses!
Great.

I'm totally not going to sleep. Sleep is for THE WEAK.

FMH (Fuck My Hair).

So, I dyed my hair last night without bleaching it, because as I keep saying I am desperately ascared of bleaching my hair (but next time I will totally follow forrent 's advice). It might be just the crappy light in my house, but my hair is NOT this color:


It looks like this:

Friday fannish5: What 5 series would you resurrect if you could?

1. Firefly
2. Arrested Development
3. Angel
4. Pushing Daisies
5. Freaks and Geeks

Stolen from forrent