elanya

I want to work on my article today

My brain keeps sliding off on to other things... "Maybe you should start your Invisible Ficathon story, or the Raksura reverse bang, or work on the LARP... how about reading some from Fan Culture? You could do laundry today istead of waiting and doing i tomorrow. Maybe you should make some more tea, or check facebook and twitter. Or I know, about about a journal post?"

-_-

I have the file open, I'm thinking about it, looking at old notes... Am I read to make the words go? Do I need a better idea for structure first? Is everything ever just procrastination?

Bah. I want to while about how this is so hard, but it has always been this way. The only thing now is that I don't have any real deadlines. I don't have a set goal. Everything is arbitrary.

Bah.

Bah, v. 2.0

It turns out my brain is not the problem, or at least not the *only problem.

Stupid uterus.

On the other hand, I managed to capture a rare moment today where the cat and dog were somewhat grudgingly sharing space. The cat (Maze) had usurped Jola's regular space on the futon while Jola was hogging the sunny patch of carpet. She later started whine/growling at me to let her up on the couch.

As a side note, my poor puppy is always a little uncertain about whether she is allowed on the furniture, and sometimes needs to be expressly invited. I suspect this is because she is *not* allowed on the furniture at the dogsitters where she spends several days a week and who generally take care of her while I'm away. Just now I had to get up and tell her she could get up in her regular space. Silly Jola :3

Anyway, which morning I got her to go up on the couch, where she sat awkwardly for a few minutes, staring at the very indifferent cat, who was smugly napping. Yes, of course cats can nap smugly:

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I got Jola to lie down, but she did not look impressed:

( pic under cut! )

When I went back to the couch she stared expectantly at me for a little while longer, but when I resolved to get a picture of that as well, she decided to give up, cleaned herself, and curled up to sleep. They napped together for quite a while! I can't remember now what disrupted it... oh no, I can. I got up to get a piece of pie (coconut cream, made partially with coconut milk, baked by my roomate!), and Maze decided he needed to lick the plate.

Okay, I am feeling marginally better, so I am going back to this article for a bit :p Then maybe knitting and getting caught up with Person of Interest once naryrising is home from her dinner out :)

I was reminded in a conversation earlier today about the time I was almost arrested in the Bahamas while trying to buy terrible shack food. I found the original LJ entry, which I realize doens't mention the fact that the cops told me that they had been told a "woman with a tattoo/tattoos" had been working for (implied running drugs for) Steve-o. And that he claimed that he was being harassed because the woman who ran the neighboring hair-braiding shack didn't like him. I also missed out the part where I think I accidentally saw a couple banging in the water >.>

While I was hunting that up, I also found a write up of one of my wackier dreams, about Matlock. Or, rather, the actor that didn't play Matlock >.>