Da Blues

Yesterday, early in the day, I was just down. (No, this is not an emo post. Shush.) I was feeling pretty sad about the whole writing thing, and the likelihood of publication, etc, etc, etc, ad nauseum. You know. You've been there.

Then I rolled up my sleeves and did some work in my real world. I checked finals, portfolios, and figured grades for six hours. And when I wasn't doing that, I solved student and teacher problems, and worked on a budget, and just made myself thoroughly useful. Then, after that, I went home and I critiqued all the short stories I had to critique for a workshop at the end of the month. In between, I went to my first Weight Watchers meeting since bronchitis, and the gain was not that bad.

Puritan work ethic, you served me well. At the end of the day, I went to bed tired, but satisfied. Today, I'm working through several things as well. Yes, I like getting things done. It just makes me feel good.

I then realized that the problem wasn't the lack of acceptance. The problem was too much going on in life, too much hanging over my head. I needed to dig out some, and that made me feel better.

Which is not to say that if the universe felt like it could throw me an okay on this book, I wouldn't say no...but that's obviously not the real problem here.

Just interesting when you figure these things out. Let me write you a real entry now.

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Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku

Bryon and I recently sorted through our DVD collections. We culled some stuff and reorganized some stuff. Of course, the primary realization was that we have a lot of DVDs, and we'll probably need some more shelves if we keep up this sort of nonsense.

Our anime collection is most likely finite now since we do not go seeking new shows, but it is still the largest collection of viewable material we have, even after the culling. There are things in the collection that are clearly not mine ( Devilman Lady, anyone?), and there are things that are not his (original in Japanese Ribon no Kishi), but most of the stuff we both enjoy on a sliding scale toward me or Bryon.

We thought maybe we should rewatch some of this mighty treasure trove. So, we viewed X, which is just as melodramatic as ever. (The music! The feathers! The cherry blossoms!). And we are currently watching Azumanga Daioh, comedic school strip that delights in the truths of adolescence. In between the two of these, we retackled Revolutionary Girl Utena. We hadn't viewed the Right Stuf re-mastered anniversary edition yet, so...there you go.

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