The Effects of Sleep Deprivation

October 17th, 2010

6 pm on a Sunday night.

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Seeing the words "Sunday night" makes me think of "Someday I'll Be Saturday Night" which makes me start singing in my head "HEY, MAN, I'M ALIVE, I'M TAKING EACH DAY AND NIGHT AT A TIME, FEELING LIKE A MONDAY BUT SOMEDAY I'LL BE SATURDAY NIGHT."

I like that song. Moving on now.

Currently, I am reading three books:

1) Ranger's Apprentice Book Eight: The Kings of Clonmel, by John Flanagan
2) Innocent Traitor, by Alison Weir,
3) The Heroes of Olympus Book One: The Lost Hero, by Rick Riordan

and I just keep flipping between them all. Everyone is talking about number three, and I want to finish it so I know what's going on, but it's not nearly as compelling as some people keep making it seem. Number two I keep abandoning to read the series number one is in, and number one is now being pushed aside for number three. I like them all, nonetheless. Continuing on . . .

See, I should be working on NaNo right now. Fifteen days are left. And, really, when I think about it, I have the basics down; I'm just ironing out details and making sure I get everything down. Character Profiles are basically done. The past events that happen before the book are covered, the whole middle part is covered, and I think I'll just go with Des's strategy: I'll think of an ending when I get there. My ideas always run away from me anyways. I'll end up doing something different, at least a bit, no matter what, so I think it's better this way. I still need to keep moving on that, though.

Yesterday, three of the five people I adore most in the world (the other two were sadly unable to make it *sob*) and I had my birthday party. Overall, we spent three-quarters of an hour laughing (it was timed) and then went back to my house and did stuff, and then went bowling, where they said we were too old for bumpers. Stupid people. *kicks stupid people*

They also decided that they were going to frost my cake. And so they told me I had to go to the bathroom and locked me in. I sang some show tunes for a while, actually used the bathroom, then got bored and read The Lost Hero while I waited.

And let's just say that many sprinkles do not belong on one cake. It crunched. *snickers* Also, they purposely misspelled my name. *despairs* Then crossed it out and re-wrote it. It was a lot more fun than I can properly describe . . .

BUT THEN--we did more stuff. And eventually went to sleep.

You know that was enthralling and captivating and emotionally moving. Or not. But still . . .

--Ave, who is just a bit loopy . . .