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Today I finished reading Let The Right One In. A friend mentioned the film, and I was somewhat interested but figured I should probably read the novel first. Well, after this I'll be reading The Great Mortality, a history book about the Black Death. It just came in the mail today, and I was rather happy to find it in the postbox when I came home from work. It's one of those subjects that I always found kind of interesting but never really had time to learn much about. There are far too many of those things, unfortunately.
Day off tomorrow. Crossing my fingers in hopes that mum will leave the house, so that I can play my harmonica. Or that it will be warm out so that I'll be able to go outside and play. It's frustrating that it has to be this way; I want to practice so badly. But that's how it is.
I've felt kind of frustrated recently. I have a million ideas for fic, but I don't really have time to write anything. Well, technically I do, but I've been taking the little time I usually use for writing - lunch break and the bus ride to and from work - and using it to make christmas presents instead. I'm knitting some things for some people. And it takes me a while because I don't have time and everything needs to be done in time to be mailed out and there really isn't any time left for writing and -- yeah. Well, I guess I can write after all that is done. But it's still frustrating.
What's also frustrating is being so tired at the end of every day. I just -- I wish I had the same energy that I used to have. It bothers me that now that I actually want to do things, learn things, studying things, I don't have the energy to do it. I'm too tired after work to do anything except knit and doze. Oh well, no point in complaining about it, I suppose.
In other news, Halloween was uneventful. Only about ten kids came to our house. It was weird because it was a really nice night - I might, there wasn't even any snow or anything. Back when I was a kid, everyone went out, hit up every damn house, usually in groups of three or four at a time. I just don't get it.
Today I finished reading Let The Right One In. A friend mentioned the film, and I was somewhat interested but figured I should probably read the novel first. Well, after this I'll be reading The Great Mortality, a history book about the Black Death. It just came in the mail today, and I was rather happy to find it in the postbox when I came home from work. It's one of those subjects that I always found kind of interesting but never really had time to learn much about. There are far too many of those things, unfortunately.
Day off tomorrow. Crossing my fingers in hopes that mum will leave the house, so that I can play my harmonica. Or that it will be warm out so that I'll be able to go outside and play. It's frustrating that it has to be this way; I want to practice so badly. But that's how it is.
I've felt kind of frustrated recently. I have a million ideas for fic, but I don't really have time to write anything. Well, technically I do, but I've been taking the little time I usually use for writing - lunch break and the bus ride to and from work - and using it to make christmas presents instead. I'm knitting some things for some people. And it takes me a while because I don't have time and everything needs to be done in time to be mailed out and there really isn't any time left for writing and -- yeah. Well, I guess I can write after all that is done. But it's still frustrating.
What's also frustrating is being so tired at the end of every day. I just -- I wish I had the same energy that I used to have. It bothers me that now that I actually want to do things, learn things, studying things, I don't have the energy to do it. I'm too tired after work to do anything except knit and doze. Oh well, no point in complaining about it, I suppose.
In other news, Halloween was uneventful. Only about ten kids came to our house. It was weird because it was a really nice night - I might, there wasn't even any snow or anything. Back when I was a kid, everyone went out, hit up every damn house, usually in groups of three or four at a time. I just don't get it.
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Date: 2010-11-02 04:09 pm (UTC)o3o 's good to hear from you. IT'S BEEN A WHILE.
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Date: 2010-11-02 04:08 pm (UTC)PS Knitting simple things isn't super difficult when you get used to it! But I haven't made anything complicated yet (just scarves and hats) ;3; Maybe when I have more time I'll try something more challenging...!