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Blah. And Joan.
Dec. 5th, 2003 11:49 pmI am filled with ennui. I ought to have a Neville icon, I suppose, but the best I can do is Desmond. At least he's cute and seasonal, if not filled with ennui.
Seriously, though, the thrill is gone. Nothing entices me, not the Jack/Keira commentary on PotC or Jane Austen and the Navy** or the Coffee Crisp that's been sitting next to my computer for a week because I can't get interested enough in it to actually eat it. I have a folder full of recent fic from you guys sitting unread, because it deserves a better reception than it'll get from me in this mood, and I have seven (seven!) half-finished posts languishing on my hard drive because I can't work up the energy or the focus to finish them. I've blamed the weather, lack of sleep, lack of exercise, too much sugar, not enough sugar, sunspots, Communism, and aliens, but I really have no idea where my joie de vivre has gone. I'm just... tired. Me and Lili Von Shtupp, man.
It almost seemed a shame to waste Joan on me in this state, but that's why I tape it- I can spend my first viewing just wallowing in my love for all the characters, and think deep thoughts later, when (if) my brain is working again. And then add those deep thoughts to all those unfinished posts rotting on my computer, since five of the seven are embryonic Joan posts. Maybe I need vitamins? Hm. Anyway ( quick JoA thoughts )
And on that note, I'm going to sleep. Maybe when I wake up, I'll be filled with a lust for life and an enthusiasm for all things fannish and mundane. Or maybe I'll just keep blah-ing my way along like a big, dreary slug. That doesn't sound very enticing, does it. Blah.
** a perfectly innocent book, despite Dearest Friend B's comment that it "sounds like highly specialized porn." She's somewhat odd, that one.
Seriously, though, the thrill is gone. Nothing entices me, not the Jack/Keira commentary on PotC or Jane Austen and the Navy** or the Coffee Crisp that's been sitting next to my computer for a week because I can't get interested enough in it to actually eat it. I have a folder full of recent fic from you guys sitting unread, because it deserves a better reception than it'll get from me in this mood, and I have seven (seven!) half-finished posts languishing on my hard drive because I can't work up the energy or the focus to finish them. I've blamed the weather, lack of sleep, lack of exercise, too much sugar, not enough sugar, sunspots, Communism, and aliens, but I really have no idea where my joie de vivre has gone. I'm just... tired. Me and Lili Von Shtupp, man.
It almost seemed a shame to waste Joan on me in this state, but that's why I tape it- I can spend my first viewing just wallowing in my love for all the characters, and think deep thoughts later, when (if) my brain is working again. And then add those deep thoughts to all those unfinished posts rotting on my computer, since five of the seven are embryonic Joan posts. Maybe I need vitamins? Hm. Anyway ( quick JoA thoughts )
And on that note, I'm going to sleep. Maybe when I wake up, I'll be filled with a lust for life and an enthusiasm for all things fannish and mundane. Or maybe I'll just keep blah-ing my way along like a big, dreary slug. That doesn't sound very enticing, does it. Blah.
** a perfectly innocent book, despite Dearest Friend B's comment that it "sounds like highly specialized porn." She's somewhat odd, that one.
