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rainspiritIt is supremely difficult to be me.
It is difficult to plan ahead. Difficult to plan schedules of any kind wherein I devote time to things I'd rather not do. It's difficult to remember all the things I have to take with me before going anywhere, necessitating the need for me to run up and down the stairs for every little thing that pops into my head... wasting even more time.
The angels know I try, however. Yesterday I tried changing locations and getting some notes taken. Got some textbooks, wrote homework schedules down in my agendas. Punched holes in paper, put them in binders. Useful things.
And now I'm about to devote my entire day to The Laramie Project. Literally, my whole day spent at the theatre house, or at least downtown. Have to bring books, especially my school and monologue books. Make myself useful in the long hours backstage.
My brain does such a good job of diverting me to other focuses, my other obsessions on the computer. At some point I gotta go hand this into the guys at my computer place and get it repaired. Few things on it that need to be replaced, like my hardware case. Falling apart.
I don't feel like writing anymore. Too tired. Half-hearted entry today.
It is difficult to plan ahead. Difficult to plan schedules of any kind wherein I devote time to things I'd rather not do. It's difficult to remember all the things I have to take with me before going anywhere, necessitating the need for me to run up and down the stairs for every little thing that pops into my head... wasting even more time.
The angels know I try, however. Yesterday I tried changing locations and getting some notes taken. Got some textbooks, wrote homework schedules down in my agendas. Punched holes in paper, put them in binders. Useful things.
And now I'm about to devote my entire day to The Laramie Project. Literally, my whole day spent at the theatre house, or at least downtown. Have to bring books, especially my school and monologue books. Make myself useful in the long hours backstage.
My brain does such a good job of diverting me to other focuses, my other obsessions on the computer. At some point I gotta go hand this into the guys at my computer place and get it repaired. Few things on it that need to be replaced, like my hardware case. Falling apart.
I don't feel like writing anymore. Too tired. Half-hearted entry today.
GOOD entry...
Date: 2011-01-09 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-10 02:35 pm (UTC)Love you, wishing and sending you energy, keep it up, you can do it.
Dad