Not productive

LJ's working again, hurrah. No work today, but had an icky weekend and I'm lagging behind a bit on NaNo. I'm blaming my brain. Had a bit of a conversation with it earlier this morning, actually. Yes, yes, I talk to my brain. I do not regard my brain as part of my sane self and disown it on almost a daily basis. I realize this may, in fact, be rather odd.

So, yes, as I said, I talked to the Brain today.

( It was confused. )

I really have no idea what caused that idiocy. Stupid brain.


Edit:
Then on Sunday I thought it was Monday, and then on Thursday I thought it was Monday again. There's something very wrong with my internal calendar.
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This song always - always - makes me feel better, no matter what. It's not necessarily a happy song, but I think it's kind of hopeful, and I ... really just love it (just in case my using it for most all the labels on this journal didn't make that obvious enough). It's my inspiration-for-living song, or something. I really don't know why.


Also, Mike is over here playing Ecco: Defender of the Future. He's fighting the crocodile. My nerves are effectively KO'd, and sanity might not be coming back. In so many ways, this game is worse than Silent Hill.