All Saints

I'm running crazier hours than usual. Slowly over the past two weeks, I've crept from sleeping at dawn to somehow only getting tired around noon. So that means I'm crawling out of bed at eight. Or nine. Or today, ten. And really the only reason I was even halfway awake at ten was because I needed some food and then a friend called. My cell phone was actually out of service for three days, I didn't even realize because I hadn't left the house or been out of Wifi reception. Whoops.

So what do I do with all this time alone? I dunno, somehow time just flies. Last "night" for example, I tried to go to bed and my new thing is to read on my Kindle before passing out. I went through a few chapters of the Steve Jobs biography, then picked up Westerfeld's Behemoth from 34% in. (Reading eBooks is interesting because I have no idea what page I'm on. I just keep plowing through.) I stopped at 92%, so I would have something for today. Then I popped in a podcast, pulled on my eye shades -- my newest coolest thing -- and finally passed out.

When I semi-woke back up, I went through my usual gamut of Reader, Uniwar, Chess, Twitter, and various iPhone things. Then I played about an hour of this new game, Game Dev Story. This was probably five-ish. With no real reason to get back up -- basketball was off -- I collapsed again.

Upon really waking up, I ate my rice and eggs, threw in the laundry, watered the outside plants, got caught up online researching at all these animals I previously knew nothing about like numbat, bandicoot, sand cat, potto, gundi, fennec, hyrax, etc. I'm gonna kill it at the animal game next time we play. Then I didn't even read the articles I'd starred from earlier, as I got lost into the dark hole of Gaddafi capture videos and articles about his reign. One of the rebels sodomized him as they dragged him away. I can't decide how I feel about that.

A bit later, Hong tried to lure me to go play Modern Warfare 3 -- which we lined up at midnight for two days ago -- but I resisted because I'm an oak. Plus I still had my writing to do. Oh right, I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year. I'm like trying to super plug away. It's the worst drivel but all I'm trying to see is if I can write for thirty consecutive days. I'm not caring if it doesn't make any sense, if it's basically uber-terrible, because I'm just trying to make myself sit down for a daily regime of a few thousand words.

So far it's day ten and I'm right on track. The goal of NaNoWriMo is to have a 50,000 word book done in November. Basically I'm fooling myself into thinking I'm productive by participating in NaNo and making my writing session job-like. Like Kanye said, "He got that ambition baby, look in his eyes." I'm trying to learn how to set goals. Can you tell?

The only other thing I did today was play around with a friend's upcoming app and then write a long email back to them about bugs and features. Oh I also did a little online dating surfing to sift through the gamut of guys drooling over my friend's profile. She signed up two weeks ago and got so many damn messages. I was trying to figure out if I'd be embarrassed to let someone see who I was writing back to. Probably not I guess.

Tonight, it's 7:45 am and my plan is to watch the Bill Cunningham documentary on Hulu, finish up Behemoth, and try to wake up tomorrow for writing, basketball, and Immortals at midnight. I guess this is living.

Of note, there was a minor rampaging fire five miles away from our house earlier this afternoon. It occurred to me that even if someone tried to save me, I wouldn't even be awake. Or even notice the hills behind our house were on fire. Or that there was smoke outside. This amuses as well as frightens me. In related scared news, Lilly and I watched the new Almodovar a few days ago and I'm still recovering. And I refuse to go outside without lots of lights on. Or you know, a bright moon out.