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Sep. 23rd, 2010

# Tired & cranky hurting all over, the last because I made the stupid mistake of trying to get in shape a bit before winter and start running again, and apparently the half hour plus ten minutes or so that I (barely) managed on Saturday were enough to over-strain a muscle. Pain in the ass, in every sense. And then, when I'm already hardly able to walk the five minutes to the underground, they dump a shitload of new books on us. T. helped, but she was only there for two and a half hours, and I barely got to sit down all day. Not that sitting down really helps.

# Also, another gastroscopy next Monday. Joy.

# Not that this is very helpful, because there is no solution short of hatching murder plots, but I realised I hate work a lot less when M. isn't around and I actually have some sort of responsibility beyond dusting and sorting CDs alphabetically.

# I never seem to have any time for anything. I'd like to have weekends again where I have the time and freedom to go for a walk with the camera instead of being a) grumpy about having to do Russian homework, b) busy procrastinating to avoid doing Russian homework, and c) actually doing Russian homework. I finally bought SV S6, but I have no idea when I'll watch it. I haven't even coherentisised (which really should be a word) last weekend's Merlin notes.

# Read five pages of comments yesterday from people who are devastated by character deaths, will never forgive writers, etc., and, whoa, did I suddenly feel like a complete cold-hearted freak. Sometimes I do wonder why I never manage to fit in anywhere, why my emotional reactions are always the wrong ones...


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Sep. 23rd, 2010 09:19 pm (UTC)
You're probably right. Sadly (or not?) I'm so terrible at pretending anything that it's easier not to fit in, frustrating as that can be...
Sep. 24th, 2010 04:06 pm (UTC)
Character deaths provide a lot of emotional fodder and new possibilities, that's for sure. And I love those two things like nothing else. But on the other hand, most of the time it always feels like it's such a lazy way to generate angst -- too many creators these days kill off so many so often, that at a certain point my instant reaction becomes rage towards the writers, instead of honest grief for those characters I've invested in. And the creators themselves very rarely help the situation with their own attitude, usually with the typically obtuse, "Oh we got a tremendous reaction from the readers/viewers, that's good!"
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