yeah and then someone just tripped over them

I do miss analyzing BtVS to pieces. I miss analyzing something to pieces for the fun of it. It's good for a narrow linear mind like mine. But but, I don't think I really even have a fandom these days (do I?). And multifandom is really so fic fic fic. fic fic fic. fic fic.

Speaking of, writing again last night - SFU and Trickyfish(?!), and especially in the latter one I was doing these amazing, innovative things with the characterization. Then I woke up. Unsettling, or frustrating, or something. Odd, in any case. Been quite frustrated with my dreams in general lately - I have such excellent, intricate, fascinating dreams, and somehow I just resent knowing that there's all this great imagery in my brain - in my brain - and yet there's no way to tap into any of it when I'm awake. Muh.

A.'s jazz group thingy has a thingy tonight, we're going. I'm so ridiculously beamingly proud of her these days. As I'm, like, her mother, right.

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Two large cups of coffee after 7 pm and I'm climbing the walls all through the night. I'm more bored than I can afford to be. I have only two moods these days, gloomy and hyper light, and only two outlooks regarding the final study spurt of the upcoming month, excessively optimistic and perfectly dismal. Never can tell which is going to happen when. The jazz thingy was jazzy. My friends rock and swing and when ever I get my head out of my ass for long enough to focus on anything besides wanting to apologize to them for who I am I notice we have the jazziest times together. I can't focus on anything when I'm on caffeine, and when I'm drunk I yell. I guess we won our first game of ice hockey tonight, I can guess by the national anthem that was hitting the streets from someone's open window. Summer soon will mean getting out the typewriter again, regardless of weather.