Nov. 20th, 2006

sundries

Nov. 20th, 2006 01:34 am
I have a lot of thoughts related to fencing that have come up in the last week but I've tried to be disciplined and not post them haphazard but save them for the next fencing update post.

My shoulders and neck are sore tonight from nothing more than bad posture. My parents wanted to know what to get me for the holidays? I think massage gift certificates and herbalism classes are the two things I need/am keen on right now that they won't be upset to participate in. Especialy since the massages really do help also with the celiac if I'm taking even the most marginal food risks.

One of the most fun things about writing Descensus is planning events, even if they are fictional. Weddings and balls and who should be on the guest list. It's very big fun. Right now we're discussing menus for various things.

In other fic news I'm hoping to finish some Swordspoint fic or other tomorrow night although I've given up on predicting which.

And yes, I need to get the latest Ghosts chapter in order, which depending on my sentience in the moring or post fencing should happen soon.

Hopefully there will be good news about money at work tomorrow.

Sleeeeeeeep now.

ugh

Nov. 20th, 2006 11:55 am
So my cell rang in the subway and I was so startled I answered it, but couldn't really hear the person other than they are from some production company and got my resume from somewhere. So I say I'll call back, since the number is in my phone -- I call back though and it's a big office and no one knows what it was.

So I just lost an audition. Not, I pray, for anything important. But I'm freaking out.

Oh, other actors tell me you've done this sort of idiocy.

I need an icon for "stupid".

ETA: I think I just figured out what it was for, and while I've no way to get in touch with them directly, I think it was for a live event thing where I'd be a "Bond girl" at a private party. So it's a shame to lose the possible $$, but it's not at all that big of a deal.

anxieties

Nov. 20th, 2006 02:44 pm
- $$ from job (as in WHERE IS IT?)
- testing at job
- I just realized I can never eat girl scout cookies again.

Fencing will make it better, right?

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