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Jul. 23rd, 2003
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I'm feeling miserable and tired. Mostly tired. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, and what I did get wasn't solid. Weird dreams.
And I have a dentist appointment today, one I forgot about completely until they called to remind me about it yesterday. Way too late to cancel, which sucks, as I really don't want to go. I have a serious loathing for my dentist, which probably has something to do with the fact that when I went in for my last filling, the last ten minutes or so of it were done without Novocain. Even though I was weeping in pain, even though I told him it hurt- We're talking full on horror movie evil dentist from hell stuff.
I can tell you this, though- if I need any work done, it's sure as hell not getting done by him. I'll pull out my own teeth first, thanks.
I don't need this right now. I don't want anything to do with it. 'Cause, you know, I really need more medical stress right now. Seriously.
Have been amusing myself this week by writing fic for obscure sci-fi books, specifically, minor characters from Stephen R. Donaldson's The Gap Cycle. I think this thing of mine might be the first Gap fic in existence, or at least the first that might see daylight.
It's a bit odd even for me, writing something like this- knowing most people have probably never heard of the source material, and that the fic, if I ever put it up anywhere, will probably be read even less than my other fics- which is, you know, saying something. The obscure fic to beat all obscure fics.
So I'm toying with cryptic summaries to amuse myself, since nobody's going to read the thing anyway. "The Gap is full of crazy people. This is about the sane ones."
A week, one day till my surgery. 26 days until I start back to school.
Bored much? Me? Never.
And I have a dentist appointment today, one I forgot about completely until they called to remind me about it yesterday. Way too late to cancel, which sucks, as I really don't want to go. I have a serious loathing for my dentist, which probably has something to do with the fact that when I went in for my last filling, the last ten minutes or so of it were done without Novocain. Even though I was weeping in pain, even though I told him it hurt- We're talking full on horror movie evil dentist from hell stuff.
I can tell you this, though- if I need any work done, it's sure as hell not getting done by him. I'll pull out my own teeth first, thanks.
I don't need this right now. I don't want anything to do with it. 'Cause, you know, I really need more medical stress right now. Seriously.
Have been amusing myself this week by writing fic for obscure sci-fi books, specifically, minor characters from Stephen R. Donaldson's The Gap Cycle. I think this thing of mine might be the first Gap fic in existence, or at least the first that might see daylight.
It's a bit odd even for me, writing something like this- knowing most people have probably never heard of the source material, and that the fic, if I ever put it up anywhere, will probably be read even less than my other fics- which is, you know, saying something. The obscure fic to beat all obscure fics.
So I'm toying with cryptic summaries to amuse myself, since nobody's going to read the thing anyway. "The Gap is full of crazy people. This is about the sane ones."
A week, one day till my surgery. 26 days until I start back to school.
Bored much? Me? Never.
