I’m feeling rather like a failure as of late. As much as I tried to, I wasn’t able to get any more writing done. Last week, Glenn wouldn’t give me a moment’s peace, this week the bursitis in my back had a good-sized flare-up making it difficult for me to sit, or lay on my side, for any length of time. I may be joining everyone else for NaNo after all, though I don’t think I’ll acomplish much more then. *shrugs*
To make me feel even more special I came to the realization that with our Plymouth show in just four weeks, I still can’t do any of the songs without screwing up. Even yesterday morning, after going over the entire show several times the previous night with the rest of the colorguard, I couldn’t rember all of it. What’s really scary is I spent half an hour trying to remember how to do a move I’ve been doing for YEARS, and therefore should be second nature. *taps head* It can’t all be “getting old”.
Jarret got his costume for Halloween this year. I don’t know the exact name of the beastie, but he’s some evil ceremonial magic type dude. I was a bit disappointed to see the evil magic pendant was actually a pentacle. š I told him after Halloween he can be a Wiccan Homey with major blingage. š Since we have colorguard practice on Halloween I’m trying to decide if I’m going to dress up, myself.
I downloaded a copy of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds from Rhapsody. I used to have the album, but then everything went digital and I never got around to replacing it with a CD. Having it on my Sansa for the next week or so should keep me happy. Ooooooooo-laaaahhhh!