fileg's flight

I have been sad all night, and I haven't been able to get anything done.

I am not depressed, just sad. Too much cold medication, too much and too little sleep, sinus pressure on the eye making me weepy, and complete lack of motivation, even though I have several projects I am revved up over. But not tonight - I can't concentrate enough to do anything.

I tried reading stories, and I owe tons of reading and feedback both here and to the two or three people I love and miss from HASA, but I keep turning my head sideways so the pressure in the sinus eases - not good when you wear progressive lenses. I feel like a dog when it just can't figure out why it cant reach something on its nose...

I can't concentrate to take screen caps of David -- that should say it all.

And Jim, who also feels less than great, has been asleep since before ten, so I thought I would have a long hot bath, write in Tuor's voice for TM, track down my raven pictures (I want to have them available when Annaliese and Lee come to visit, and get opinions on organizing an raven and fileg gallery -probably in the hallway, but that is also open to suggestion.) I have a long piece (for me) waiting for me to apply myself to writing instead of thinking, I have a journal entry for young Blade that I hope will lead to a shared encounter, and North is a very cranky girl and wants to make some trouble back in Imladris. And I owe some letters, and I need to put away yulie presents (but bending over sux)

I also had no less than *three* emails today that lead me to believe that crap is still happening in my name on another site, even though I slipped away to avoid it.

On the good side - I wrote for that cranky Marc Remillard voice - I had no idea he would become so chatty, but apparently though he is circumspect with others, he likes to talk to himself. He is nearly as bad as Faramir. And I had a package from Avon in Australia with the Viggo Mortensen copy of Pavement, and an article about After the Deluge, and a video tape of David Wenham on that talk show which will need to be converted from PAL. I need to finish packing up her package, which I won't list here as it is a surprise. And my Annaliese says I rock. Not bad for an old broad.

And I had a note from sakubow - I wrote to her about her beautiful Young Brothers Mir art, and she gave me permission to make these:



And in the midst of Nyquil Dreaming I watched a bunch of Cowboy BeBop. Must make Ein icons. And opened a loaf of Atkins Bread and ate actual grilled cheese sandwiches, which I have been faunching for for months. They were relatively legal, but still put Jim right to sleep.

So, now you know. Sorry if I missed you today (and I did miss you!) but I hate this low grade fever- stuff. I just don't feel sick enough to admit I am sick, and that winds me up.

This thought comes from Cruisedirector

I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people are real-life friends who I see frequently. Others I know relatively well: I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.

Here's me, randomly:

I am born on the only holy day of obligation in the entire summer - the Assumption.

When I was little, (around 3) my *party piece* was to be stood on/by the piano and made to sing all of "The Wild Colonial Boy" or "MaryAnne O'Shea."

My first big fandom-style crush was on Johnny Weissmuller. Later I branched into George Reeves as Superman, Leslie Nielson as The Swampfox, Guy Williams as Zorro.

I am a Sophie Tucker fan.

When Million Dollar Movie played "Forbidden Planet," "Attack of the Crab Monsters," or Mighty Joe Young, I would watch both shows every day for the entire week.

When I went for my kindergarten interview and the nuns asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said, "A Lighthouse."

As an adult, I met the big writing/music idol from my youth, and was *not* disappointed.

I like Canadian musicians.

I always wanted write, and I never expected to do it.