Nothing like sunday morning

There's nothing like notification of comments on a slightly neglected blog to be a motivational kick in sensitive places, which, when kicked, rouse me to resume posting on aforementioned sightly neglected blog.

Well... Now... now that's out of my system, and for the rest of the day, all my sentences will be comprehensible and grammatically intact!

We hope.

Since that fateful day Wednesday, there was the celebration of a birthday, a viewing of Stardust, a cleaning of my desk, a screenplay outline, and some epic sleeping. All those together served as a reboot for my system, and I feel 200% better.

This post would contain another glorious, sweeping image full of drama, intensity, and movement, but I'm on my "pleasure machine*", and scans are on the laptop. Yes, yes, I'm working on a new system, but before it is completed, i must spend a modicum of time working for The Man.

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* Most of my pleasure in naming something the "pleasure machine" is being able to call it my "pleasure machine". In the new System, I'm going to work sitting at my desk like a good schoolgirl, and the PC is a side-location where I take breaks and do fun things.

Great Modern Thinkers have told me that if I'm to work at home, I should create some way to distinguish "working time" from "playing time". I divide my computers and my chairs thusly.