The Inmates Run the Asylum

I've felt fairly unmotivated all day. I managed to get a couple of more pages on "In the Dark" written, but stalled out shortly after. I'm still struggling with writing at the computer (something I've got to get over).

My biggest accomplishment of the day (aside from putting on make-up, which I haven't done for the past four days because it'd just melt off my face and be a waste) was downloading a few more songs from iTunes.

Van Halen- "Hot for Teacher"
The Animals- "House of the Rising Sun"
Barry McGuire- "Eve of Destruction"
Rolling Stones- "Jumpin' Jack Flash"
Robert Palmer- "Bad Case of Loving You"

I'm thinking that (and hoping for) a decent night's sleep will help my motivation. The heat and humidity's made sleeping difficult despite my efforts to keep cool (I'd have been seriously underdressed if a fire broke out and I was forced to flee my house in a panic). Last night, it was cooler, but I woke up around four because I couldn't breathe. I haven't had that happen since winter. I swear my body has a love/hate relationship with sleep.

However, we ate at Ted's Garage tonight and that makes it better. I'm still unmotivated, but I'm much happier.

Happy birthday, bibliotech. I celebrated by completely forgetting it until just a few minutes ago, despite you mentioning it in your journal yesterday and me writing it down on the calendar. This is why you will always and forever be more awesome than me.

I also spent the day avoiding working on "Spillway". Even though it's a short story, the prospect of major rewrites intimidates me. It's going to be a lot of work and I know that if I just start on it, I'll finish it without much trouble, but it's the getting started part that I balk on. I don't know why.

Instead, I spent the day rereading Monique's Skinny Women Are Evil and watching George Carlin specials. This helps to lessen the guilt.

And the reason why this entry is so short is because I don't want to miss the next special, which I've probably seen a hundred times.