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products of body and mind
Nov. 2nd, 2009 12:02 pmnanowrimo has started....and i have not. i was in such a foul mood on saturday that even thinking about it pretty much brought me to tears. needless to say, i did absolutely no planning. i couldn't for the life of me come up with a good idea and i thought that one day of planning cannot a novel make. even if i'd had time during the week to work on it, i still fee like i would have failed. i always do. it hadn't even started and i was crushed by the pressure.
i realized that i still haven't spent the target gift card that my mom got me for christmas last year, so i decided to go out and do a little retail therapy. amongst the dvd aisles, mom called to wish me a happy halloween. emphasis on "happy" and "wish" together. i think she was a little disappointed that i was in the middle of blahs again.
she urged me to spend some of my card in the vitamin aisle and pick up some b-complex. and i admit, i've been meaning to do this for a while. so i did.
i can't say that it put me in a happier mood, since these things take time. but i do feel a bit more awake today, even though i've only had 4 1/2 hours of sleep (out late playing rock band with kris). the biggest surprise came in the bathroom when, to my horror, i thought my kidneys were angry as my pee was a bright BRIGHT yellow. like, gatorade sports-drink yellow. i don't drink a hell of a lot of water, but i've been better lately--enough so that my pee shouldn't be THAT citrine.
and then i remembered the vitamins. ah yes. they do this.
that's always a bit of a nasty shock, when you've forgotten that you've imbibed something that makes your body fluids into weirdo colors. like beets turning your pee into a sunset. or freaking out about your black, bloody stool and purple chow tounge before remembering that you took pepto bismol the night before and what you're seeing is the effect of the magnesium.
anyhow. i may still work on nanowrimo. this afternoon could be blessedly quiet. we shall see. but it'll be another one of those years where i just start off blindly, and i know that's not going anywhere good. maybe i should just give in and make a goal to write a novel full of pure crap for my own amusement.
problem is, i tend to get bored of my own crap after a while. have to surprise myself. take a shot of pepto bismol and wait until the morning.
i realized that i still haven't spent the target gift card that my mom got me for christmas last year, so i decided to go out and do a little retail therapy. amongst the dvd aisles, mom called to wish me a happy halloween. emphasis on "happy" and "wish" together. i think she was a little disappointed that i was in the middle of blahs again.
she urged me to spend some of my card in the vitamin aisle and pick up some b-complex. and i admit, i've been meaning to do this for a while. so i did.
i can't say that it put me in a happier mood, since these things take time. but i do feel a bit more awake today, even though i've only had 4 1/2 hours of sleep (out late playing rock band with kris). the biggest surprise came in the bathroom when, to my horror, i thought my kidneys were angry as my pee was a bright BRIGHT yellow. like, gatorade sports-drink yellow. i don't drink a hell of a lot of water, but i've been better lately--enough so that my pee shouldn't be THAT citrine.
and then i remembered the vitamins. ah yes. they do this.
that's always a bit of a nasty shock, when you've forgotten that you've imbibed something that makes your body fluids into weirdo colors. like beets turning your pee into a sunset. or freaking out about your black, bloody stool and purple chow tounge before remembering that you took pepto bismol the night before and what you're seeing is the effect of the magnesium.
anyhow. i may still work on nanowrimo. this afternoon could be blessedly quiet. we shall see. but it'll be another one of those years where i just start off blindly, and i know that's not going anywhere good. maybe i should just give in and make a goal to write a novel full of pure crap for my own amusement.
problem is, i tend to get bored of my own crap after a while. have to surprise myself. take a shot of pepto bismol and wait until the morning.
