April 17th, 2001

nanowrimo 2010

"I don't wanna get up!"

Must talk to Tom Waits and see if I can convince him to do that song. Something tearful and hangover-ridden would be good. I need Kona! This morning is dreary. My window has a leak around the edges that admits cold air (well, air of any temperature, technically, but today's air is cold) and I awoke during the night (actually is 1:30 am night or morning?) to discover that my feet were freezing. Usually my wife handled that department. Now that I'm on my own I hope I'm not going to be absorbing all her rôles.

Having cold feet, sleep was an impossibility so I stayed up all night scanning obscure documents and looking up obscure words on the web. My two mostest favouritest and very bestest finds are "cacoëthes loquendi" - the irresistible urge to speak and "cacoëthes scribendi" - the irresistible urge to write. I must remember to ask LuTron about the origin of the phrases. And the pronunciation for that matter.

  • Current Music
    Bach Organ Recital
nanowrimo 2010

stumped

Giving it up for today. I am stuck. Sort of a graphospasm of the mind (cerebrospasm? Cogitospasm?). At any rate I can't concentrate at all and find myself utterly unable to compose training materials. That's enough. Enough is, by definition, enough. I've had all the fun I can stand. Stick a fork in me.
  • Current Music
    The Garry Owen