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Sunday, 28 February 2010 (the reason that everything fell apart) 10:46am Okay, ouch. Yeah, I definitely damaged myself. Sitting up is unpleasant, and standing takes a bit of effort. I seriously doubt that I'll be up for going to the gym tomorrow morning, since so much of what we do in Damiel's abs class (or Cally's spin class, for that matter) involves my currenly sore muscles. Swell. Making it to Bad Movie Night tonight is going to be tricky enough. On the plus side, my Agent is really happy with the latest draft of Bottomfeeder, and she thinks we're just about ready to start submitting it to publishers. I do believe this is going to happen. | ||
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Saturday, 27 February 2010 (was love) 9:31pm It took nearly twenty-four hours, but my tailbone is finally hurting from landing on it last night during a bowling-related accident. (The floors were slippery and the shoes had no traction. And this was before I started on the White Russian.) It was worth it, though, especially since Marta and I finally got to go bowling together, after past attempts failed. And it's gotta be from the accident. At first I was worried that it was my body rebelling about the fact that I haven't been to the gym since Tuesday, but, no, it couldn't start breaking down that quickly, could it? Of course not. Normally I'd spend Saturday night with Marta, but since we were together last night, I'm on my own tonight. It feels weird. We did spend today together, but it wasn't as comparatively productive as Sundays tend to be for us. Today was mostly just napping, fucking and eating. Primarily napping. Go figure. | ||
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Friday, 26 February 2010 (world-building) 12:11pm At Mission Creek. I'd intended to work at Mocha 101 today, but by half past eleven they still weren't open. That's the tradeoff, I suppose—I like my little nook there and the wifi is good and I can pretty much be there all day long without any problem, but the hours are completely unpredictable. On the other hand, I need to be in the Mission tonight anyway, so sooner is better than later. Specifically, Marta and I are going on KrOB's Drive-Out Theatre tonight. The destination is Sea Bowl in Pacifica, and the feature movie is Doris Wishman's Nude on the Moon. And why not? 10:15pm It's a cliche from a movie I don't really care for (The Big Lebowski), but frak it—I'm drinking a White Russian while bowling. Again, why not? | ||
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Thursday, 25 February 2010 (edge of reality) 11:45am Yay! I get to use footnotes! 5:11pm I went to Mission Creek after work yesterday and wrote for several hours, had dinner at Tao Yin (Spicy Hot Salty Tofu, yum), then went to Pete and Sarah's house to watch Caprica. Marta wasn't able to join us, as this week has been all out of what schedule-wise. I also haven't been to the gym since Tuesday, and I'm not happy about that. I've been at Mocha 101 all day today, or at least since they opened at eleven. I'm just about ready to send the latest draft of Bottomfeeder (3.0!) off to my Agent. It's down to one hundred and fifty pages, as she requested. As painful as it's been to excise so much material, I do think it's stronger and tighter as a result. It's getting close to the version that'll win a Lammy, oh yes it will. How the chapter titles look now:
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Wednesday, 24 February 2010 (a murder's worth of crows) 12:12pm Someone at the corner of Geary and Arguello asked me what's coming up at Bad Movie Night. Random celebrity is weird. | ||
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Tuesday, 23 February 2010 (all these garish traumas) 7:33am the raccoons are attracted by the power of our sexing! 6:41pm The rain be damned, the marquee outside The Great American Music Hall is quite lovely. Marta and I just had dinner at Kyoto Sushi, and now we're about to see Richard Thompson perform. Can't ask for a better night. 7:22pm We have a pretty great view of the stage, too. | ||
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Monday, 22 February 2010 ( ) 9:11am After Bad Movie Night (The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3), I drove by The Power Exchange's new location. Not that bad a block of the Tenderloin, as the Tenderloin goes. The presence of a police station around the corner probably helps. Didn't go in, though, because I'm waiting that's something Marta and I will do together. 12:02pm I do believe iced coffee may replace the mocha has my caffeine delivery system. | ||
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Sunday, 21 February 2010 (all for someone else) 4:10pm i want the story to be about you, not vash. | ||
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