|03:36 pm - I hear the guns echoing tonight|
Ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.
Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.
Feel free to go it anonymously, if you like.
Where's the post-pain euphoria that everyone else gets? 3 weeks of pain and suffering followed by 2 days of more pain, with slightly less suffering, and damn it, I deserve some euphoria. Instead I have a migrane, depression, and a nagging sense of injustice which doesn't even provide enough lift to move me from depression to mild irritation. I need to go back to my bear cave. Tomorrow for sure. And I won't come out until Saturday night when we go out with rocker. Actually hoppie will appreciate that, he'll get to sleep.
Tonight hoppie is taking me to a Nanowrimo gathering. Maybe I can actually get some work done on the story, maybe get through the Lord Clarendon scene that wasn't even finished enough to make it into the blog.
Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: Just The Two Of Us - Grover Wa
It's my head, and if I hear guns echoing in the void where I would normally keep my brain, that a sign that drummers aren't working nearly hard enough.
Oh, little drummer boy, where is thy sting?