Hmm...

      My book is at a standstill. Which is fine, since I'm going to be busy enough copying it all down onto paper by hand. Maybe I'll get more ideas as I go along. Hope so.
      Watched a sucky movie called Sick tonight. Not good. It was a zombie movie, except the idiots wanted to escape their safe zone, which by the way had soldiers, and when one of the idiots thought she was shooting a zombie, she actually shot her dearest friend and killed her. Then the dead girl killed her killer, and then the killer killed one of the two men staying with her, but he magically healed and ended up getting shot by the last remaining character, who held the gun up to his head but ended up getting bitten anyway because he waited too long!
      It's number three on my Never Watch Again list. Right after Hudson Hawk and Zombieland. Followed by Shrek The Third, and a whole mess of inglorious sucky movies. But at least I'm a whole movie length's closer to bedtime; and on the plus side I did get to eat popcorn.
      Hardly nine, though. What else...Well, I suppose I could watch another movie. One I know is good. I do still have a movie I bought last month in its original wrap; maybe I could watch that. Or play the piano, or...damage my book some more. Or wash my hair, not like it needs to be done so soon. And maybe I'll just say f*** it and go to bed early. I do need the sleep; I'm getting bags under my eyes. My heavy, burning eyes...Bed does sound good.
      But first, chores. Always something standing between me and sleep. Reminds me of that song, the words to which I don't know with the title I cannot remember.

Hrmm...

      Okay, neat. First Abbotsford had a small quake, then we. I just thought somebody upstairs or in the next room was making a lot of noise, testing their speakers or whatever; and it was enough to shake the house up a bit. Nothing to worry about - nothing broke, no one injured; but it did rattle my nerves a bit. I'm not really fond of loud noises.
      Anyway, not much to say. My computer needs a complete reinstall, so I've been saving all my pictures, all my good books, and hopefully all my games. I'm not ready to lose almost 400 pages of work, plus over ten generations of awesome Sims and the best damn house I ever built (well, one of them, though I lost the others). No, I have to save it. I couldn't save everything though; I'm afraid my Sims 3 is too big for the CD to accept it. So, I just won't play that anymore, even though it is a shame. But, no matter. If my books and, especially my Sims Life Stories, can be saved; you won't hear me complaining...You'll just hear me talking about how great everything's going! And you'll know I mean it, because when I'm down I talk about that!
      Well, anyway...it's all just a bit of happiness before, well, you know.
      Hmmm...I think my latest book attempt, which is probably my sixtieth one, is boring me. Maybe I'm finally able to choke down some food or something. I'm not holding back the urge to vomit anymore, so maybe I'm ready to eat. I'm damn sure hungry enough. And perhaps I can eat slowly! That might work.

Odd Dreams...

      Hm. Okay, so last night was...weird. Technically I suppose it was this morning, too, but whatever. In my first dream, my mother, brother and I were parked underground, in front of what I clearly recognized to be the Abbotsford mall. Except it was also decorated nice and fancy; and pushing the double doors open I saw the Queen standing in her palace, waving me over. We talked - I told her we were related, told her not to trust Camille (but she didn't want me to say the phrase "Don't trust that woman," and asked me to instead say, "Don't take the bad soup" or something like that). Then we hugged and I left.
      In my second dream my sister, brother and I were wandering this huge garden behind a psych ward, and I was inside the building, riding a bike, fleeing from a talking horse with crossed eyes; meanwhile trying to find my family through these huge, tall, plants.
      And in my third dream I was running past two people to get to the bus stop in front of the library; and as I dug out my bus pass somebody saw a ten-dollar bill sticking out and he began harassing me; trying to steal my purse. His friends joined in and I was trying to defend myself; and my only rescuer was a feisty little four-year-old who did more to defend me than I could. I ran home, almost getting hit; and they followed me and broke in after I'd locked the door. Then my brother came out of his room and kicked their asses; and pinned them down until the cops arrived.
      Jeesh...Too weird. Okay, notes to self: Visit the mall more often, never ever EVER visit a psych ward, and if somebody wants to kill you for ten dollars, just give them the damn bill.

Wow...

      Don't tell anyone...But I just spent six consecutive hours writing my book!!! It's turning out great, guys. I'm finally doing what makes me happy.

Feelin' Prickly

      Blahhhh. I thought I was depressed before. I just want to crawl back into bed and forget I ever got up. I suppose this moodiness would be more credible if something horrible had happened; but no, I'm like this just 'cause. Terrific. Better stay away from people for the good of everyone.

      Edit: For all you people who know me on dA, well, I won't be on for awhile. Not because I don't want to be, but because for some stupid reason the one site I truly love is not letting me log on. Hell, everything's slipping from me. Anyway, I'll see ya when I can.

Spring Cleaning...I Thought

      Agh. Here I was, ready to delete my beloved Sims games, hoping to make more room on my hard drive for my Petz 5. You know how much space my Sims take up? Three GB. You know how much space my Petz take up? Almost ten thousand. God, I'm glad I checked first. I think Petz has to go; which really sucks, because I love my little Fawn. And my cute little Patch...I think I'll speed my computer date ahead, mate them, speed my computer date ahead, and take pictures of their offspring and then delete it. I just want to see what a Calico Shorthair and a Russian Tabby can create.

What?

      Um...I'm playing Sims Life Stories, and...in Rosie's memory panel, it said she kissed Rosie for the first time. So, uh, I guess her husband ignored her too long? My Sim likes to get intimate when she's all alone?
      I probably won't save the game...I don't know what happened...Besides, I already saved it after her kids were born. Hopefully that one weird memory is the only thing I lose. Here goes!

Hmm...

      There are two things I want right now. Well, two materialistic things; one actually made of material. A Big Bang Theory shirt, which says, Soft Sheldon, warm Sheldon, little friend named Spock; happy Sheldon, sleepy Sheldon, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Penny. I just adore it. I could imagine wearing that shirt...I think I would give everything I own to get that shirt.
      And then, contradictorily, I would also love...a second computer. A cheapo with Windows ME, Windows 2000, Windows XP or Windows 98. I haven't played Petz 5 in years, and it's just sitting on my shelf collecting dust, poor thing. I think I'm going to collect my GST and buy said cheapo computer in question and relive a piece of the good old days. Mostly because I had an extremely vivid dream last night, where I could hear my cats and read their name tags, and it actually read the names I chose back in 2004 or whatever it was. In my dream I had the same mix of Honey Bear and Calico, which by the way looks like just a really fat Calico. Other stuff happened in my dream, as usual, but it was nowhere near as pleasant so I won't discuss that...
      Remember playing that with me, sis? Man, I can so clearly imagine me wearing that shirt I'd love to have, playing that game, with you...As I have stated before, if I didn't have my imagination I'd have gone crazy years ago. Maybe I'll just create a modern book character who has everything I could ever desire. Ironically none of my beautiful mutants have it all; not even with their powers or their seductive grace. And this new gal has to be really special; I want to outdo myself. Hmm...I have some thinking to do.
      I created a character who is just like me. Except dead. And she has to come to terms with the fact that she's not alive anymore, because of her own choice; and all she wants is to go back and fix her mistakes...She's like me that way, but she grieves the loss of the living until they join her. And up until Steve Harvey made fun of that exact concept, I thought it was a good idea. I haven't written about her since. So, as I said, I want to outdo myself. Make a character that's never been made - a character who comes alive in my imagination.
      Now, how the hell would I do that...