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The Prequel's Progress: Um. {sheepish look} Spent Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday in the same holding-pattern of "wake up, eat, drag around for a while trying to psych self up to do something constructive, crawl under blankets to get warm and fall asleep again". Not sure if this reflected depression, coming-down-with-something, or just this goddamn February greyness. When I did wake up feeling relatively more myself today, my Muse was going on about wanting me to write some Battlestar Galactica fanfic, which is rather like having someone going "LA LA LA LA LA" while you're trying to concentrate, so I never did get around to sitting down to work on Higher-Minded Prose.
Now very annoyed at myself for not having either thing to show for my day.
In local news, I'm not sure what I think about the possibility of Field's being absorbed into the Macy's label. On the one hand, it's yet another instance of the insidious march towards a world devoid of all local color and institutions; on the other, my emotional ties to the Field's brand took such a beating when Dayton-Hudson sacked Uncle Mistletoe and the Frango workers that I'm not sure I can muster any more outrage on Field's behalf. Still, it's not really doing much for my generally bleak late-winter frame of mind to have this sort of nonsense added to the pile.
I think I'm having particular difficulty with this year's stretch of late-winter blahs because I keep bumping up against there being a Culturally Significant Milestone Birthday lurking towards the tail end of the season and I feel somewhat beset by the nagging voice that says "shouldn't you have made something of your life by now?" Am still pondering whether having 35th-birthday party at Chuck E Cheese or equivalent would be defiantly ironic or just stupid.
Now very annoyed at myself for not having either thing to show for my day.
In local news, I'm not sure what I think about the possibility of Field's being absorbed into the Macy's label. On the one hand, it's yet another instance of the insidious march towards a world devoid of all local color and institutions; on the other, my emotional ties to the Field's brand took such a beating when Dayton-Hudson sacked Uncle Mistletoe and the Frango workers that I'm not sure I can muster any more outrage on Field's behalf. Still, it's not really doing much for my generally bleak late-winter frame of mind to have this sort of nonsense added to the pile.
I think I'm having particular difficulty with this year's stretch of late-winter blahs because I keep bumping up against there being a Culturally Significant Milestone Birthday lurking towards the tail end of the season and I feel somewhat beset by the nagging voice that says "shouldn't you have made something of your life by now?" Am still pondering whether having 35th-birthday party at Chuck E Cheese or equivalent would be defiantly ironic or just stupid.
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