Let's take a break from the recent heavy posts. This is just going to be a simple March roundup.
It'll be three months since I left the job, and I'm still at a loss at what to do next. I've been waiting to hear from another lawyer to see if there's another avenue to pursue, but the timing sucks. Speaking of which, work says they won't be able to hire me for the Asian office (I think I've mentioned this). Suxor.
Atmosphere with the parental units have been frosty as well. It'd mean a lot to hear something supportive from them, but I'm not going to hold my breath. Twenty four years and I'm not going to waste anymore time obsessing over it. More suxor.
Friends have moved on. Not that I blame them, because the world still rotates, no matter what happens. It'd be nice to hear from them, but I guess hanging around on the internet staring at gmail every ten seconds is not helping. *sigh*
What else? Weight is better, sleep is still bad. I haven't been so good at eating, but I'm getting off the couch and exercising more.
Good news is that the car is all right. Took it out for a spin today when I escaped to the library in order to get some work done. This was happily achieved in two hours, before I realised I had driven across town without my wallet and without any money for food. Then I came home and spent a more than entirely healthy amount on scans_daily
I've just remembered that some disgusting perv at the library had actually moved his seat so he could watch me bend down to pick a book from the shelf. *shudders* Blocking memory, blocking memory.
Meh. I can't seem to work up any enthusiasm for writing, like it's a chore. Been trying to figure out if it's a symptom of depression, or if I'm being a lazy cow per usual. It's true I've pretty much given up any hope of getting back to work anytime soon -- maybe this has somehow dampen in my interest to write? Or maybe I just gotta set a schedule again and do it.
It's four days before the start of Script Frenzy and I'm really going to regret it if I'm not prepared. Not only because this will be in script form, but because I don't want to stumble at the starting gate. I can see it right now, me writing at 3am, headphones loud with Kylie's new album, trying to figure out why I've forgotten about the murder weapon in a freaking murder mystery yet again, downing my sorrows with Illy coffee. Come to think of it, throw in some whiskey smuggled in a hip flask, I might actually think it fun.
Alright. Enough of this moping. I'll get back to my chocolate-coffee cake and Law and Order. And then go write some moar. Maybe I'll throw in some dinosaurs in the script, too. Jurassic Park meets The Big Sleep meets Law and Order. Awesome :D