Sleepychameleon Hangout v.3

Not a dead page, kids. I do know a spam lawyer who I’ll sic on your asses if anyone tries to commandeer this site.

9:30 and it’s almost time to go adventuring…except I haven’t finished my work for the day.

Trundling off to transcribe my Business Associations notes now.

I’m writing for an audience of myself and fractions of viewers, so the pointless woolgathering will continue. Also, am currently in love with Elizabeth Bear’s LJ style. It’s like Naomi Novik’s, but more prolific! Links to come later.

I will note that lyrics are now up on the Dr. Horrible website, and I got a couple things wrong on Slipping. Will fix later.

(Reminders to myself, sorry. Interesting things in a bit.)

Waking up these last few days seems to consist mostly of me going “buh?” at the noises outside my window and wondering why my alarm hasn’t gone off yet before sliding back into dreamsleep. It’s odd–so, so odd–not having to wake up before dawn. And while I slept in late this summer because of my job schedule, it feels ridiculously decadent to wake up and hear the general noises of a city going about its morning business as I stumble into the kitchen to start boiling water for coffee.

I’ve been thinking, lately, about how 2005-2006 was a terrible year, and how 2008 is turning out spectacularly. It’s almost two thirds done and it still feels like its just begun, ambivalent feelings of my-has-time-really-flown-by-that-fast and when-will-the-end-of-the-year-come-already. 2008 wasn’t an easy year, but at least it’s got a few things to show for itself.

Oh, and it looks like I should have a relatively laid back school year (for, you know, my general standards of laid back…which really means I’ll just be always busy, but not stressed and hopefully not too sleep deprived). Here’s to hoping.