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rmLong day on the set, to the point of maing me incapable of really writing here, which is a shame as I feel like posting (and working on some writing right now), but I just can't.
Among other things I forgot I have a mild latex allergy, but after twelve hours in rubber clothes, my skin definitely remembered. Anyway the episode will air on Fox sometime in January. Whatever whatever.
Will watch Bush's speech tomorrow so Vanity Fair and my latest stack of stuff from Netflix will have to wait until the weekend.
When I'm very tired, in this very specific way, my brain feels like every character I've ever gotten to know really well wanting its comfort object (a list both weirder and more innocuous than you'd expect). Like can't keep a thought in my head because there are twenty useless things I want and sleep calling to me very loudly. I loathe feeling this mentally useless.
So, sleep.
Among other things I forgot I have a mild latex allergy, but after twelve hours in rubber clothes, my skin definitely remembered. Anyway the episode will air on Fox sometime in January. Whatever whatever.
Will watch Bush's speech tomorrow so Vanity Fair and my latest stack of stuff from Netflix will have to wait until the weekend.
When I'm very tired, in this very specific way, my brain feels like every character I've ever gotten to know really well wanting its comfort object (a list both weirder and more innocuous than you'd expect). Like can't keep a thought in my head because there are twenty useless things I want and sleep calling to me very loudly. I loathe feeling this mentally useless.
So, sleep.
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Date: 2004-09-02 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-02 03:44 pm (UTC)I won't even get to Vanity Fair til tomorrow, but dude.