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anagramofbrat) wrote2009-08-09 08:18 pm
anagramofbrat) wrote2009-08-09 08:18 pm
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Writer's Block: Unlikely Benefactor
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Probably give half of it to People and Things (mostly medical) I don't know - breast and ovarian cancer, epilepsy, diabetes, the CCFA, MADD, the Dakin Shelter, Smith (earmarked for Grant and the organs, since he never gets any money), various community programs around my neighborhood... if there's any left over, i'd love to give the rest of it to the group that's trying to save the Loews Kings theater. It's time Flatbush had something like that around again.
The other half probably to People I Do Know, but I'm not going to list them so as not to forget anyone, cause drama, what have you. Lets just say I know quite a few people who could use a bailout.
Today goes on the list for Days I Want Compensation For if there's some sort of reckoning of such things at the end. It wasn't particularly awful for any one reason, but I woke up still achy from the past few days, and as the day progress ended up falling into a funk of headnoise and self doubt/pity/hatred, and watching The Duchess didn't help this. Do not be fooled by Kiera Knightley's smile and beautiful corsets, that movie is depressing. Or at least it depressed the fuck out of me. Between that and the internet dying around the same time, I finally just said fuck this and went back to bed, ended up sleeping through the afternoon. Woke up at least feeling physically better, if not relieved of the self-doubt/pity/hatred monsters.
I hope tonight will be better. It may have to be assisted with either South Park (just started season 9!) or stompy electropop. I'm not sure which. I have been on a serious And One jag lately.
I kinda wish I could downgrade Firefox back from 3.5. I know eventually most sites will catch up to the new standards, but I'm getting rather annoyed at complete twitter.com breakage, not to mention the bit where the tag cloud on the side of my LJ being a tag list... it's a little thing, but man, it's annoying as fuck all.
Probably give half of it to People and Things (mostly medical) I don't know - breast and ovarian cancer, epilepsy, diabetes, the CCFA, MADD, the Dakin Shelter, Smith (earmarked for Grant and the organs, since he never gets any money), various community programs around my neighborhood... if there's any left over, i'd love to give the rest of it to the group that's trying to save the Loews Kings theater. It's time Flatbush had something like that around again.
The other half probably to People I Do Know, but I'm not going to list them so as not to forget anyone, cause drama, what have you. Lets just say I know quite a few people who could use a bailout.
Today goes on the list for Days I Want Compensation For if there's some sort of reckoning of such things at the end. It wasn't particularly awful for any one reason, but I woke up still achy from the past few days, and as the day progress ended up falling into a funk of headnoise and self doubt/pity/hatred, and watching The Duchess didn't help this. Do not be fooled by Kiera Knightley's smile and beautiful corsets, that movie is depressing. Or at least it depressed the fuck out of me. Between that and the internet dying around the same time, I finally just said fuck this and went back to bed, ended up sleeping through the afternoon. Woke up at least feeling physically better, if not relieved of the self-doubt/pity/hatred monsters.
I hope tonight will be better. It may have to be assisted with either South Park (just started season 9!) or stompy electropop. I'm not sure which. I have been on a serious And One jag lately.
I kinda wish I could downgrade Firefox back from 3.5. I know eventually most sites will catch up to the new standards, but I'm getting rather annoyed at complete twitter.com breakage, not to mention the bit where the tag cloud on the side of my LJ being a tag list... it's a little thing, but man, it's annoying as fuck all.
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