August 17th, 2008

Red Rose

Muse-ical Chairs

It's a very a-muse-ing game.

Yes, I'll stop.

The sleep-deprivation thing seems to be helping my creative process, though, for some reason -- possibly because I'm less inhibited when I'm tired and tend to let words kind of dribble out without agonizing as much; I'm not sure.  Maybe I'm on crack.  Jury's out.

I really don't want to go back to school -- I'll be moving up in a mere SIX DAYS... D: D: D: D: -- and return to the agony that is essays, reading, essays, lecture attendance, and essays, but there is the upside that I'll be getting away from my mother for a little while.  She fires on all cylinders at a single speed, and it's NAG.  It's not all that intense most of the time, but she's tends to find things to poke me about.  Woman needs a chill pill, stat!

I've started a Death Note drabble project called The Margins.  I've got four pieces stockpiled and am working on a fifth, so that should be fun.

Life?  What?  Pshaw.

This is the fall, this is the long way down
And our lives look smaller now
And our lives look so small

- "Summer Shudder" - A.F.I. -

Now I must get back to work before the mean Greek lady takes her morning star to my cranium. D: