Discombobulated

I'm going to type slow so that Reagan has enough time to scan and send sketches. Thanks to Eve, every month I have to endure 24 hours of pain. I feel like mentioning that breaks some kind of taboo, but every time it comes around it has very good odds of being the defining aspect of a day. Normally, surviving the 24 hours involves pain killers and extra shut-eye, but something about my sleep schedule being haywire made the rest I got most recently seem ineffectual.

I slogged ahead on a couple projects, namely Halloween Costume of Doom and the next P08 page, but focus is lacking. The most interesting part of my day was probably listening to Sigur Ros and News from Lake Wobegon through the odd haze of painkillers. My brain involuntarily tries to pick out English words and phrases out of nonsense lyrics, with some interesting, poetic results.

News from Lake Wobegon isn't enlightening or inspiring in the same way. Garrison Keillor just has a soothing voice.

The second most interesting part of my day was watching Mad Hot Ballroom. Documentaries are seldom what I expect (I often want more editorializing or exploration of "so what?" than they provide; the Enron documentary being a rare exception), but Mad Hot Ballroom pleased me. I wanted more footage of dancing, but I always want more footage of dancing (it's a documented character flaw).

Still typing slow. Need a haircut.

I've been doing okay at keeping away from the internet. Mostly I've been avoiding things involving RSS feeds, as those are my galactic time-sinks. I miss... keeping up with the people who keep up with me. The bloggers I am a "fan" of I miss a little bit, but they're not in my digital suitcase that I'll grab if the internet ever catches on fire.

I think that on Sunday I'll go through my LJ friends list and I'll do something on gReader to catch up with the blogs I really care about, then take another week away from those things. One week isn't enough to fully smooth out the wretched habit of frequently checking favorite sites for updates. Once I wean myself off the need, I'll try to let myself check every day, and see if I can keep out of old habits.

Ding! scans are done.