Random bits because I'm avoiding unpleasantries at work

It's the "why can't I figure this bleeping thing out?" time again. *sobs*

The problem with a story I'm working on is that I don't know how to kill the monster or title the fic. These two things always make me halt in my tracks. When I write title-first, it's smooth sailing.

I think I'd like Vonnegut more if he wouldn't willfully use "what the cat drug in" as often as he does. Even if he's quoting someone else, it grates on my nerves.

I think Sam Winchester might actually be Major Major Major Major, even though he doesn't look like Henry Fonda. "He grew very awkardly into a tall, strange, dreamy boy with fragile eyes and a very delicate mouth whose tentative, groping smille collapsed instantly into hurt disorder at every fresh rebuff."

Kathy's Song is so nice. I doubt I'll ever get tired of it. "And so you see I have come to doubt all that I once held as true. I stand alone without beliefs; the only truth I know is you."

I never quite expect, "Boy, that Amy Adams is delightful, isn't she?" as a response to admitting I'm more depressed than usual. Verbatim. I love/hate my family.

I have 90 hours of vacation stored up. I think I need to use some of them. Where should I go? Doesn't matter. It'll all be more expensive than it was the last time I travelled. Damned weak American dollar.

I woke up exhausted again today. I'm getting sick of that.

I have to get my hair cut tonight. It's about 2 weeks overdue. This is what I mean about being too lazy to have something of a real style. I don't even want to go tonight, that's how lazy I am.

The shoes I am wearing are cute, but they lack support.

I kind of really do want this T-shirt.

I need to cut back on my LJ posting. Because, really, is any of the above necessary? No.