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Spring Blues

Wed Mar 25, 2009, 6:16 PM

Well, winter is finally a goner. First spring rain today here in T.O. Temperatures more or less on the plus side. At least here in the city: up near the northern edges of the province it is still cold as devil's asshole...

And yet I feel tired all of the time. My brain refuses to think. Maybe it has something to do with my sleep pattern... I drag my ass out of bed and then fall into it at night.

No wonder I can't write anything. Can't concentrate. I wish the semester was over so I could sleep again. Because of my fatigue I am more irritable than usual, and more politically INcorrect. The two guys I have on my shoulders like the two proverbial chips help as best they can but I feel spent.

Good night to all... May all of us wake up tomorrow.

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Mood: Tired
Listening to: "Essential Iron Maiden" Iron Maiden
Reading: Temple of the Windsby Terry Goodkind
Watching: Altair and the Prince
Playing: Assassin's Creed once more
Eating: oatmeal -- assassin's breakfast
Drinking: water -- drink of champions

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=Nevar23 Mar 25, 2009, 6:35:26 PM

Ack, I understand all too well. Grueling schedule = creativity drain. I think after a while the brain just goes into survival mode and creativity falls by the wayside. That's kind of what's happened to me. Most of the time I feel like a zombie going through my day.

I hope you're able to get some good restorative sleep soon, sister. We need your wonderful stories.

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*enchainer Mar 25, 2009, 7:27:03 PM

same with me... don't sleep till midnight, then I don't ever want to wake up.

Well, get some good rest... watch borring movies if you have to. hope you won't stay in the slump long. I know how horrible that can be... In fact, I'm still kinda in one. fades in and out though.

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~Rusty002 Mar 26, 2009, 7:41:36 AM

Eh, I know the feeling.

It's horrible.

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~Bloutjie Mar 26, 2009, 8:12:36 AM

Spring? Oh nice.

Aww, I hope you feel better soon. Being tired all the time sucks.

*altair-creed Mar 26, 2009, 8:54:26 AM

I do not intend to feel this way for the rest of my life

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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.

*altair-creed Mar 26, 2009, 8:55:32 AM

Why would you folks need my stories? I still don't get it.

I got exams in three weeks and then it's 4 months of freedom to work and sleep and write. Me and Altair will have known each other for a year then. Golden memories there.

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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.

*altair-creed Mar 26, 2009, 8:56:04 AM

My therapy: walk and read.

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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.

*altair-creed Mar 26, 2009, 8:56:32 AM

I read Tolkien instead: it pretty much puts me to sleep cause that is not a book you want to read at 9pm or 2am.

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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.