Hours of sleep this week - 19. Hours of sleep last night - 0. Hours spent writing this week - 27. Yeah, I see what I did wrong there.
Khasrin
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The hell? Some weird wooden stick just fell out of the sky outside Whiterun. Can't pick it up or find out what it is, but I can kick it...
Well, damn. It's pouring outside, so no gardening. I guess I'll have a beer and a cinnamon roll and make myself an Argonian thief instead.
That horrible writer's moment when your crap computer crashes and you realize you haven't saved your work in hours...
"The road to hell is paved with adverbs." - Stephen King
Oh ye gods. One of our cats got into some purple Warhammer model paint, spread it over the floor, and is now wearing it proudly. You jerk.
Quote of the day: "I don't know, dude. I went downstairs for 2 minutes to get a banana and all hell broke loose!"
That awkward moment when you've written a pretty good first chapter but you have no flipping clue where the story is going from there
Bleh...I try not to complain about my health too much, but not being able to walk much the past 2 years is starting to take a mental toll...
You know you've started too many games when you get to the first puzzle room in Bleak Falls and you're like "Ah, the old Snake-Snake-Fish."
Looking for a husband for my High Elf...surely someone wants a spiteful, hedonistic bastard with an insatiable hunger for arcane power...
So the story I was writing turned into a BDSM-themed Thalmor fanfic. Maybe I should call it "Fifty Shades of Gold"...or just start over...
So let me get this straight...you can sleep in Ulfric Stormcloak's bed, while Ulfric Stormcloak is in it? Bow chicka wow wow...
I've played most of the races in Skyrim, and while I love elves, the one race that really gets me into the game and wanting to RP are Nords.
Your siggy.Made me lol.
When you instinctively start examining real-life stumps and fallen trees for Mora Tapinella, you know you need a break from Skyrim.
I think I should be allowed to kill any carriage drivers who try to sing "Ragnar the Red" to me while giving me a ride.
So I'm outside planting peppers and I keep hearing this maniacal laughter. Someone's holding super villain practice on their front porch..?
Sipping one of my infamous double-shot appletinis (I call them Poisoned Apples) and finishing a chapter of my elf novel. It's a nice night.
Eating pistachio ice cream and catching up on Mad Men. Really needed a weekend like this -
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