Sunday (Today, November 6th) -- ....And by earlier this morning, I mean exactly at midnight from there on out. I stayed up until 7:00am in the morning, just to finish writing the piece of my NaNo writing that was nagging at my head to complete. Even though looking at it now it's almost as if I wrote that while hyped up on some crack double-fudge chocolate and tons caffine. I was also listening to The Signal podcasts with my Nightmare on Elm Street VHS playing in the background; because you know, for inspirational influence and to keep myself awake. Afterwards, when all my current ideas ran out and I finally hit writers block, I slept for 5 hours. And just like Saturday, I lounged. Have you ever noticed that writing is so much better and easier at night? It's as if all the greatest and crack!filled ideas just pop out of your sleep deprived mind and in the morning you either look at it as brillant writing or just go WTF!? Yeah. This morning was like that.
It was supposed to be raining this weekend, but I guess Mother Nature decided to pull that Fuck With California button and just started PMSing on us. Sunny, windy, cold, warm, overcast....MAKE UP YOUR MIND, MOTHER NATURE!! Just give me the satisfaction that even if it isn't going to rain, let it stay overcast for a few days. Hell, the entire week would be great! Create the illusion of a storm, and I'll be extremely pleased.
Yeah. Sleep deprivation is something that either makes me crazier than I usually am or just plain talkative and/or feeling strangely passive-aggressive. Or just really, really, really weird the morning after. Either one of those options.