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Aug. 21st, 2004 11:21 amI'm okay. But I'm not going to work today. I need to stay here and work for me, clean and take it easy.
Aug. 21st, 2004
Taking the day off had mixed results on the productivity front. The amount of cleaning I have done so far is minimal, but that's okay, it's always a middle of the night thing for me anyway.
On the other hand, I did send out seven headshot submissions, a thank you note for the meeting yesterday and some other boring mail. I paid my cell phone bill and watched the first disc of Horatio Hornblower (which is now on its way back to Netflix, which once again -- owns my soul -- it's like movie homework, everything I was supposed to see and never got around to, on my list, so when it shows up I have to damn watch it).
Anyway, Horatio Hornblower has got to be the most adorable miniseries ever (despite the name that makes me giggle like I'm in 6th grade again). I mean first it's far more comprehensible than the Master and Commander movie (which I wanted desperately to like and even thought was a good film eventhough it kept me so resolutely at arms length). And secondly our title hero is so far this gawky, unathletic loner of a kid who gets picked on and then blamed for it by truly awful villans. He's afraid of heights, is a huge klutz, and gets seasick and he's in the bloody British navy. But of course, in the end, he triumphs. It's like Freaks and Geeks as a bloody costume drama on a boat. So I'm smitten out of my tiny little mind. And yes, the historically accurate shoes do ensure that everyone runs like a girl. It's vastly amusing.
Parents are back from the west coast. Had mentioned the Counsellor thing to them briefly when we spoke on Tuesday, so I'm rather hoping we won't have to discuss it again. I'm in no mood, and haven't returned their call.
Should cook dinner and all that good stuff, and certainly acqire a more cheerful outlook on the world before facing the horse again tomorrow. (Like my flying lessons, I'm utterly enamoured of the entire thing, but I seem to also have bad anticipatory nerves about it).
On the other hand, I did send out seven headshot submissions, a thank you note for the meeting yesterday and some other boring mail. I paid my cell phone bill and watched the first disc of Horatio Hornblower (which is now on its way back to Netflix, which once again -- owns my soul -- it's like movie homework, everything I was supposed to see and never got around to, on my list, so when it shows up I have to damn watch it).
Anyway, Horatio Hornblower has got to be the most adorable miniseries ever (despite the name that makes me giggle like I'm in 6th grade again). I mean first it's far more comprehensible than the Master and Commander movie (which I wanted desperately to like and even thought was a good film eventhough it kept me so resolutely at arms length). And secondly our title hero is so far this gawky, unathletic loner of a kid who gets picked on and then blamed for it by truly awful villans. He's afraid of heights, is a huge klutz, and gets seasick and he's in the bloody British navy. But of course, in the end, he triumphs. It's like Freaks and Geeks as a bloody costume drama on a boat. So I'm smitten out of my tiny little mind. And yes, the historically accurate shoes do ensure that everyone runs like a girl. It's vastly amusing.
Parents are back from the west coast. Had mentioned the Counsellor thing to them briefly when we spoke on Tuesday, so I'm rather hoping we won't have to discuss it again. I'm in no mood, and haven't returned their call.
Should cook dinner and all that good stuff, and certainly acqire a more cheerful outlook on the world before facing the horse again tomorrow. (Like my flying lessons, I'm utterly enamoured of the entire thing, but I seem to also have bad anticipatory nerves about it).