HALF ASSED ADULTING

 

Am currently rewatching W1A and trying not to think about how unproductive I have been, this last week. But the cat is here and I’m alone otherwise and I’m drinking vinegar. Thinking about the new HP film, mostly with dread.

 So my current mood is Will! Will! Will!  whilst trying to forget that I should do some work tomorrow. Instead I will probably have a bath and finish rereading Right Ho, Jeeves, though I should probably – should probably! – be reading something I haven’t read before.

 Also facing a slow death in the form of paranoia about my writing style, which half of my brain has decided has deteriorated over the last few months. It was never brilliant but I thought that it was at least improving. I had at least interesting ideas, regardless of my execution.

 And maybe this is just due to a lack of sufficient sleep, but I can’t help but think that sentences like:

 

-             For perhaps a week or even approaching two he did not dream, or if he did it was only of blackness and indistinguishable from dreamlessness.

Or:

-             A new moon night with the stars ripped away

even, are a lot better than what I have come up with in the last few weeks:

-             He hung suspended in the water. Very slowly something was leaving him. He turned incrementally without noise until he was facedown and his unblinking eyes stared at the blackness. Something was leaving him.

Or maybe:

-             And on that ocean floor something was growing in its gut and along its spine but it was not the same something that had left. It gripped dead muscle and it crept along nerves and it slunk through bloodstream to the heart.

But then again I do like the rhythm of:

-             His lungs were salted, his blood rusted, he drifted downwards.

Though it isn’t so very interesting.

Possibly I have drunk too much vinegar and now have a headache; certainly I feel very strange.

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Two days later and I haven’t really done the work. Watched a lot more W1A and the last episode of Doctor Who (was on the phone to my sister when it was on) and just now this weeks’. I’m fully getting into it, which is quite fun; it’s growing into itself as well. Episodes getting better and better each week.

I sobbed for the last third or so of Demons of the Punjabi. Surprised myself about it; I cry easily but do not normally get very invested in TV. This week’s episode wasn’t nearly as emotional, but it was definitely the best narratively speaking so far, and it was way too intense for an episode entitled Kerblam!

Anyway – fin.