[insert witticism of your choice here]

orz sotired. But in a sort of manic way; I can still yell HAMSTRING! when coworker G walks by and hisses KATANA LEGS at me.

I woke up once this morning listening to it rain steadily (and the fact that it was loud enough for me to hear means it was raining harder than it normally does in Seattle), and I kept thinking: I am warm and comfortable in bed, please don't let my alarm go off in like two minutes and send me out there.

Thankfully, it cleared up by the time I had to get up, because the next thing I knew my alarm was going off and it was clear and quiet outside, like the world had taken a huge breath and was holding it in. Less poetically, my sleep-addled brain was pleased that it wasn't raining because I don't actually own an umbrella. I keep trying and it keeps failing, so I've just. Sort of given up on the idea. Sometimes I regret it, but normally it's good! And now that I've said it, I am going to be caught in a torrential downpour either tonight or tomorrow.

Work is at another lull, so theoretically I should be working on any number of things. (PEE ESS VIKKI AZY I GOT YOUR PHONE CALL B-BUT I FAIL AT CALLBACKS because I was struck with a sudden bout of conscience about using the company phone lines for a personal phone call. I fail, I'm sorry. :x) But I am also so tired that instead I am sort of ... staring at the screen and writing this post, but it feels all very stream-of-consciousness to me, and that takes no effort whatsoever. I have this incredible capacity to just talk about nothing at all for hours on end, especially to a so-called captive audience. (Hello, flist!)

Honestly, it feels like I'm slacking from working on stuff, even when my project list is relatively light. Other than one promised fic and the yaoi_challenge signup, all I have is Super-Awesome Secret Project with harukami (product placement? what's that?) What's it say about me that I feel a little guilty for not posting fic more often than I have been this month? IT'S NOT LIKE I DON'T HAVE IDEAS, I just ... have this peculiar sort of writer's block in which the ideas are there, but the words that accompany them are kind of ... stilted and stiff and without any particular flair or flavor to them. I keep hoping for a new revolution, but maybe the words taste burnt because I'm tired. (I really try to get sleep, I do! I just really prefer staying up late and then sleeping in, rather than early-to-bed/early-to-rise.)

... relatedly, my interests these days seem to be a) questionable het of several varieties, b) dorky bl, c) the cool bits that have no context. DAMNIT.

In other news, I have awesome ideas for my lunch tomorrow. I HOPE THEY WORK OUT. :(b