net connection went down around 1 or 1:30 in the morning. i was in the middle of stuff (that I haven't actually managed to pick back up yet, but that's beside the point. or maybe not. ramble on, sing my song...) erm. that I didn't want to put down. So to pass the time while the net connection was down I played starcraft:brood war. A bit. Net connectino finally came up around 7:30. or 8:30. or something like that.
My time sense is currently (licks a finger and holds it to the wind...) fucked. A meeting at 11 I need to be coherent for. Lovely.
If I'd realized it was going to take that long, I probably would have gone to sleep. Or... worked on stuff that didn't require a net connection. Or something.
I was delirious enough to write a story on my way to work this morning. It's not done. I don't know if I'll ever finish it... it's one of those. But... yeah. I really got into it. It was weird. I missed my BART stop.
Also starting to feel like everything I write is the same old crap, same old idea, same old pisspoor writing that can't keep tense for more than a sentence at a time (if that). La la la.
La la fucking la.
Too much to do, not enough time. not enough mind. bleah. I should catch up on 100poems. tomorrow's my last one. :) :)