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I have a weird pain in my neck--it doesn't really feel like it's in the muscles or the bones, but rather... something else. Whatever you've got in there. Originally it was a weird (painless) fluttery throbbing on the left side; now it's a dull ache that curves down into my shoulder. I don't know.

( You know, I'll just put all of the medical whining under a cut )

God, I have so much to do this weekend. First of all, I have a five-page paper due Tuesday, which... ick. And I want to put up at least one more scene from Black Ribbon just to keep it going. And at the same time, I really want to work on the book--doing that meme yesterday made me go through what little I've written, and I was really surprised by how decent it was. I think writing the Lost recaps has really helped, actually--the worst failing of the earlier 15Ms that would just go on and on and on was that I felt like I had to transcribe everything out in some sort of dialogue, and I couldn't just say, "And then stabnation until everyone is dead." Which is dumb, because I was doing that in the Van Helsing and Hannibal parodies, so I don't know why I just suddenly forgot how to do that somewhere around "Troy in Fifteen Minutes." My point is, the book is going to be a mix of the two styles--paragraph narration and script dialogue--and realizing I need to do that has really broken down some of the psychological "I can't do this!" block that I'd built up.

Speaking of stabnation, that is seriously the hardest thing to come up with: how to summarize fights for ten movies when they all boil down to STAB PUNCH BIFF BOOM! I mean, I eventually figured out a way to approach it, to give each movie an individual theme (and this is where I have to put in the disclaimer that if you leave me suggestions, I mean, thanks for the helpful impulse, but I can't use them. This has to be all me), but a lot of the gaps in the drafts are labeled "fight scene here."

Anyway. So much to do, and so tired. You wanna know another reason I'm so tired? Sister Girl went out and saw... well, Saw last night. Sister Girl is a moron and should not be allowed to leave the house ever again, by the way. ( Mild spoilers that still won't give you any idea what the hell happens in this movie )

So I managed to convince her not to sleep in my bed, which was what happened that time she saw either Signs or The Ring in the theater (probably The Ring, although Signs did freak her out really, really bad. I was actually glad that The Village turned out the way it did, because at least she wasn't COMPLETELY TERRIFIED BY IT, JESUS) and I ended up sleeping on my floor and then the couch downstairs because we both flail in our sleep and there's not been a bed built that's big enough for the two of us to sleep in and not kill each other, and I wasn't sleeping in her bed, man--her bed had food wrappers in it, for God's sake. But she still kept on all the lights upstairs--every single light except the one in my room, not that it did me any good. And I lay awake all night wondering what was in the attic, which you reach through a door in the bathroom, a door that looks like it shouldn't be there, which is just too Dionaea House anyway. Because I poked my head in the attic and sort of did a cursory look-around with the Charlie's Angels fingers, but... I didn't look behind the boxes. I didn't look in the dark nooks under the eaves. I don't know where the pigwolf is.

Maybe I will sleep with my light on tonight.

Memeage

The weird thing is that this actually kinda sounds like me (bold is my emphasis):


You are Maureen Dowd! You like to give people silly
nicknames and write in really short, non
sequitur paragraphs. You're the most playful of
the columnists and a rock-ribbed liberal, but
are often accused of being too flamboyant and
frivolous. You tend to focus on style over
substance, personality over politics. But your
heart is in the right place. Plus, you are a
total fox.


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