Ginger, she has that Sherlock Holmes set (are there two of them? because I think she has two...).
There's a two-volume set for the short stories and one volume for the novels. The novels one came out later. I don't own it yet because it seemed like the kind of thing I can ask my family for. That's my Christmas dilemma. Not only do I not know what to get my mother and sister, I don't know what I want and they're harassing me for a list.
I heard about the Larry Munson thing on the radio. I would not otherwise know about it, but it's kind of hard to escape UGA in Georgia.
I mistrust the concept of chemistry, even though my ex was a love at first sight. That went really well before it went really badly, so I don't know if there's a lesson there. I rarely have instant chemistry with anyone.
I'm. So. Fucking. Tired.
And I'm not sleeping well when I try to do so. And having fucked up, bad, scary dreams.
And I have a shitload of things to do today. Ugh.
Ugh, Sean, sorry to hear that. At least the end is in sight on the Beverly Hills stuff. I just sent you a couple of e-mails on that.
It turns out that the more sleep deprived you are, the more cortisone your body produces, making it harder to get to sleep.
Thanks, body. That's smashing.
Ugh, Sean, sorry to hear that. At least the end is in sight on the Beverly Hills stuff. I just sent you a couple of e-mails on that.
Yep. Just saw them. Loved the one from Clayton.
It turns out that the more sleep deprived you are, the more cortisone your body produces, making it harder to get to sleep.
Oh, great!
I even got to bed at a reasonable hour, compared to the last couple of weeks. But at 7:30 in the morning! For the second day in a row! BAM! Wide awake. And it took me almost an hour to back to sleep. Just in time to have the aforementioned scary bad fucked up dreams.
Last night I dreamed my brother and I had a pet chipmunk. We took it to the beach with us, and I left it alone on the beach for a bit. It got eaten by somebody's dog.
The rest of the dream I felt really bad for being responsible for its death.
scary bad fucked up dreams.
Must be the week for them.
{{{Sean}}}
{{{connie}}} Sorry to hear about your loss. Remember, you are allowed to feel whatever you feel, no guilt. This is certainly one place you can express those feelings without getting judged. And I'd bet that far more of us than you would expect understand that writerly, analytical, "remember these details" side.
Who's surprised??
Nobody.
I am. Or maybe I'm wondering how it is Aimee gets to have sexy dreams about celebrities she wants to have sexy dreams about, when I just get a random assortment of celebs I don't even like. And when I really want a sexy dream? I get work. Or university.
Happy New Juliana Year!
Or maybe I'm wondering how it is Aimee gets to have sexy dreams about celebrities she wants to have sexy dreams about,
I've been reading A LOT of fic.
