I Wish I Could Be Less Stressed About Livin'.

This is that point in my "weekend" when I start to feel like a ground sloth.

It's been too hot for me to do anything in my hot little apartment. And now it's Thursday night, and raining, and it feels like I've already lost tomorrow to time, heat, and circumstance. I feel like I've done absolutely nothing.

Except, I haven't been doing nothing.

I (loosely, sloppily) recorded a song this morning. I'm not in love with it, but it is finished, and that's what I'm going for these days. I'm about halfway finished with the lyric of something that's brand new. If all goes well, I'll be putting this baby down tomorrow.

My exercise has suffered a little, but it didn't have to.

I've been thinking, a lot a lot a lot, about Mr. My-Latest-Obsession. And how I can decrease the distance between him and me. To be a stalker is beneath my dignity, but man, I could so, so easily go there. Hm. I'll keep thinking.

Netflix came through for me today - Sling Blade and Prestige tonight.

Hope you're having a good one.

jules

Lock Me In Monologue, Fruity. I'm Going Down.

Have you seen Takashi Miike's Audition?

That movie was my Netflix blip last night; I had to avert my eyes. Homegirl, while certifiably insane, made some interesting points in answer to her cruelty. Still, though. The last fifteen minutes of this movie were damn near impossible.

...Or Kurosawa's Rashomon?

I had to start this over a couple of times before I got to the end, but this movie does make its point in an artful, passionate way. I dig the whole "differing points of view" thing.

I should be heading for the gym right now, so I'll head there. My first exercise in a week. Better be a good one.

x,

jules

I'm Here Wishing (or, A Kiss Blown From The Void.)

Howdy.

(God, who am I saying hi to, anyway?)

Today, I found myself wishing hard to hear from Mr. My-Latest-Obsession (yes, the same guy is *still* my latest obsession). He hasn't written since April, and I check every day.

And then today I remembered, I haven't written in my own blog in donkey's years.

So I'm here, hoping to stir a ripple in the universe.

How are you?

I am good. I am actually good.

*Lots* going on.

The album is going hot and heavy.

We're about 85% of the way there. We should be done with all the recording beginning of August, mixing at the end of August. And then I'll have a record. I am a little bit frightened. There is much to do between then and now, There will be lots of discussion (and maybe a few fights) about final instrument choice, track listing, et cetera.

My producer and I have *very* different musical opinions, I am discovering.

I've also picked up on my health regimen with a great personal trainer. I'm in the gym almost every day. Except for the past week. I've been ill and generally slacking, but I'm picking it back up this week with a vengeance. You just watch me.

Had a nice NaNo-related evening a few weeks ago - Chris Baty was in town. We had an extended chat. Nice guy. I got all fired up again to revise my novel. And even, ahem, think of the one I'm going to be doing this year. Seriously, writing energy is good energy.

So, what else?

My apartment is a mess. I *really* need to do laundry. My cats seem happy enough. There are a thousand things to do. I'm still guarding the flame over a few secret loves. My secret sorrows still throw me into the abyss once in a while, but they number less and less as the days go by.

There are also quite a few beautiful personalities in my life that I am very thankful for.

My sociability level varies wildly. It's almost seasonal. My life, my phone, has been very, very silent since last fall. A recent spate of birthdays and dinners and meetings for tea have picked things up in the past month or so. It's been a joy to get plugged back into the lives of my friends. And to realize that they *are* my friends.

I have been reading, just upgraded to two movies at a time for Netflix, and I have been songwriting. It's hard to give equal time to everything, and to make more hours in the day.

Worth a try, though.

jules