I press my things together in anticipation of the coming weekend.
Unfortunately, I work all day Friday. I might have been able to take a vacation day, but I've already snagged one of those to go visit my mother for her birthday, which I really think is more important in the long run.
This week with Barb in the house has been stressful, though she has been trying to be minimal-impact. Some things are pretty unavoidable, particularly when having the problems with the software that I've been having. My day would be pretty full anyway, and the problems just add to the stress level. I've been getting to bed late every night, and I'm starting to wear thin. I know that there will be more problems when I get home tonight, and either tonight or tomorrow is dinner with Sasha-- the last time I will see her until she gets back in the fall.
I plan to be packed up and ready to go direct from work on Friday. I might be able to leave a little bit early to try and avoid traffic, but I'll pretty much be down prior to OC. Saturday is pretty much full all day until the end of Masquerade and a bit beyond to put away equipment. There will be hot tubbing.
Monday is a vacation day. I think it will be a good recovery day.
I still need to clean up after all of the messy creation stuff that I did. Mostly trash pickup at this point, but also re-sorting stuff from the garage sale that didn't sell, mowing the lawn, paying bills.
The distract-o-brain speaks to me of filmmaking and stories, and absorbs my moments into what would make a good movie. It is not arcluical to getting work done.
Of course I want to make a film that involves elements of horror. Dessicated corpses that are reanimated, darkness, psychological fear, suspense. Special effects, mostly practical effects rather than CG. But I also want good characters, good story, and good storytelling. I want it to be ultimately very cool.
The distract-o-brain is sleepy, and wants to sleep now. Sleepish sleeporsky, sleepolous, sleeporama.
the weasels that live in my head screaming death metal lyrics to Corpse Vomit songs
Got home from work long enough to get naked when there was a knock at the door. Turned out to be autodidactic, who I haven't seen in the flesh for several years. An all too short visit because of the pussy allergies, but nice nonetheless. Then a call from the Sasha about going to dinner, since I won't see her again before she leaves for France. This ended up involving me in a drive to Cottage Grove (read: almost fucking Wisconsin) and a nice damn dinner at Ruby Tuesday.
Thing is that I always have really good dates with Sasha. Tonight there was a tiny awkward moment when she went to kiss me goodnight, then caught herself. Not what I was expecting.