a new story, and some whining
Mar. 24th, 2003 11:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sareaFiction Alley is driving me mad. Mad, I say. No matter what I do, I am never permanently logged in, which means I can't edit any posts or my bio or do anything, actually. It might be the way my computer is handling cookies or something, I don't know. But I have been tearing my hair out. And if they have a system of keeping track of log-ons over there, they're probably looking at my numerous attempts to log on going, wtf is she doing??
LE SIGH. I'm clearly not cut out for the challenges of an online existence.
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msscribe, so glad to hear you're doing better.
I have posted the prologue of a work in progress called The Slow Autumn, which I've been working on for a dog's age. I finally couldn't stand the suspense and just posted the prologue, because hell, if people hate it there's no point in going on, is there? Well, of course, for my own personal satisfaction would be nice. But I can work on other stuff for that. It's Draco/Ginny (with other pairings on a v. secondary level), and eventually there will be smutty goodness (though not on the sites that forbid such a thing). I'm a sloooowww writer, so follow this work in progress at your own peril. <g>
Went to Alicia's last night to watch the Oscars. I'm not typically into watching members of Hollywood congratulate themselves (even though it can be fascinating, which is why I try to curb this sickness), but she wanted someone to watch it with. My bargain: If you cook dinner, I will come over and watch it. So we did that, and it ended up being really fun (especially since we went to Half-Price Books beforehand and I had plenty of tools by which to combat boredom during the parts where they go on and on and won't shut up, much like me right now). I was absolutely stoked when Eminem pulled the "upset" and won over U2, though of course, Alicia being such a major U2 fan, flipped out. I just quietly snickered to myself.
Otherwise, was a big slug all weekend. On Saturday I stayed in my pajamas and watched basketball all day. Oh the bliss.
When I got back from Alicia's I returned Julie's phone call, which went like this:
Julie: Hey, what are you doing on Tuesday?
Me: <suspicious> Why?
Julie: Well ... my friend Katrina who goes to (law) school with me and who works with me in my firm, wants to go to this thing in Edmonds. It's like this crazy sport where you ride bumper cars and there's a ball involved and you have to get it in the goal or whatever.
Me: I like bumper cars, I guess.
Julie: Want to come?
Me: ...
Julie: It's normally $18 but on Tuesday it's going to be $8 for admission. The only thing is ...
Me: <thinking>I KNEW there was a catch!</thinking>
Julie: It's singles night.
Me: Oh, NO.
Julie: I swear, I didn't know that when I told Katrina I would go with her!! I mean, I totally understand if you don't want to go ...
Me: Julie, I HATE that type of thing.
Julie: I know.
Me: I hate bars because they are such meat markets. But I am not opposed to going to bars to hang out with my friends. So I would consider going to this thing w/ you, just to have fun amongst us, but the fact that it is DESIGNATED 'singles night' ... <shudder> Plus, what if everyone's all into it and all freakishly competitive? I am likely to suck at this bumper-car-hockey game.
Julie: I know, I know. I understand. Katrina is going to email me the info, and how about I'll send it to you so you can make an informed decision?
Me: Fine.
I might get roped into it. But it's in EDMONDS. On a WORK NIGHT. I know that makes me sound like a fuddy duddy, but I don't care -- especially because it's for something that gives me hives to think about. The only reason I might go is because 1) I don't want my hang-ups to keep me from having fun w/ my friends; 2) it'll actually make me go out and DO SOMETHING, which is a Good Thing. But a singles night! Ew ew ew!!!!!!
LE SIGH. I'm clearly not cut out for the challenges of an online existence.
msscribe, so glad to hear you're doing better.I have posted the prologue of a work in progress called The Slow Autumn, which I've been working on for a dog's age. I finally couldn't stand the suspense and just posted the prologue, because hell, if people hate it there's no point in going on, is there? Well, of course, for my own personal satisfaction would be nice. But I can work on other stuff for that. It's Draco/Ginny (with other pairings on a v. secondary level), and eventually there will be smutty goodness (though not on the sites that forbid such a thing). I'm a sloooowww writer, so follow this work in progress at your own peril. <g>
Went to Alicia's last night to watch the Oscars. I'm not typically into watching members of Hollywood congratulate themselves (even though it can be fascinating, which is why I try to curb this sickness), but she wanted someone to watch it with. My bargain: If you cook dinner, I will come over and watch it. So we did that, and it ended up being really fun (especially since we went to Half-Price Books beforehand and I had plenty of tools by which to combat boredom during the parts where they go on and on and won't shut up, much like me right now). I was absolutely stoked when Eminem pulled the "upset" and won over U2, though of course, Alicia being such a major U2 fan, flipped out. I just quietly snickered to myself.
Otherwise, was a big slug all weekend. On Saturday I stayed in my pajamas and watched basketball all day. Oh the bliss.
When I got back from Alicia's I returned Julie's phone call, which went like this:
Julie: Hey, what are you doing on Tuesday?
Me: <suspicious> Why?
Julie: Well ... my friend Katrina who goes to (law) school with me and who works with me in my firm, wants to go to this thing in Edmonds. It's like this crazy sport where you ride bumper cars and there's a ball involved and you have to get it in the goal or whatever.
Me: I like bumper cars, I guess.
Julie: Want to come?
Me: ...
Julie: It's normally $18 but on Tuesday it's going to be $8 for admission. The only thing is ...
Me: <thinking>I KNEW there was a catch!</thinking>
Julie: It's singles night.
Me: Oh, NO.
Julie: I swear, I didn't know that when I told Katrina I would go with her!! I mean, I totally understand if you don't want to go ...
Me: Julie, I HATE that type of thing.
Julie: I know.
Me: I hate bars because they are such meat markets. But I am not opposed to going to bars to hang out with my friends. So I would consider going to this thing w/ you, just to have fun amongst us, but the fact that it is DESIGNATED 'singles night' ... <shudder> Plus, what if everyone's all into it and all freakishly competitive? I am likely to suck at this bumper-car-hockey game.
Julie: I know, I know. I understand. Katrina is going to email me the info, and how about I'll send it to you so you can make an informed decision?
Me: Fine.
I might get roped into it. But it's in EDMONDS. On a WORK NIGHT. I know that makes me sound like a fuddy duddy, but I don't care -- especially because it's for something that gives me hives to think about. The only reason I might go is because 1) I don't want my hang-ups to keep me from having fun w/ my friends; 2) it'll actually make me go out and DO SOMETHING, which is a Good Thing. But a singles night! Ew ew ew!!!!!!
