#blurring reality

[terrific-lunacy]

Me, trying to finish a chapter:

C'mon you've got this! It's literally just that ONE scene you still need to do!

Yeah ok, but...it’s dancing.

So??? Just describe some dancy-twisty stuff! It will be over in no time! It’s not even a big scene or anything! Just keep it short!

*3 pages of internal dialogue and emotions without a single description of a physical movement later*

...aaand I failed.

[terrific-lunacy]

Me: *Discovers new ballet TV series*

Brain: No. Please no.

Brain: Don't click on it! Not in your condition!

Me: *clicks on it*

Brain: adlfkaghsao-

Brain: Must.write.now.

Me: No. Please no.

[buibie-blog]

TOO MUCH SONG OF ICE AND FIRE! I took a break from the series more than a year ago, and now I'm back to reading it and I can't stop! I stayed up till 7 AM on Sunday morning to read, and I went to bed at 6 AM today, even though I had to get up at 9:30. After I went to bed, I couldn't fall asleep for a while, 'cause every time I was on the verge of sleep, I would get this strange, vivid feeling that I was being mauled by a direwolf. It was weird as fuck-- I kept feeling its teeth sinking into my side or latching onto my arm and shaking it. Then I would freak out and sit up to assure myself that I was alive, alone, and unharmed and not bleeding out from the gaping hole in my body or something. When I was finally asleep, I dreamt that I was being sent off to marry a young lord somewhere in the south b/c his family controlled one of the key ports in the kingdom and my father wanted an endless supply of pearls to present as gifts to my very extravagant mother. Everyone called me Lady Brown, and I remember dream-me thinking, "Brown? Where the fuck did that come from? I'm not even white!" (Even though my dream-parents were white) But then I looked in the mirror and I was a sullen-looking 12-year-old girl w/ glasses and blond hair that I wore in a braid down my back. Do they even have glasses in Westeros?