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freckles_and_doubt) wrote2008-12-19 08:12 am
freckles_and_doubt) wrote2008-12-19 08:12 am
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words are all I have
Oooh, this is fun. Visual word links - enter a random word and it springs enthusiastically forth into links to related words, literal and figurative. I've been playing with entering colours. Linguistic interest, yes, but my current level of stress and concomitant lack of brain is such that mostly I like the way the links wibble and bounce when you pull them around. Roget also ran.
Today is my last day at work before two weeks of leave, not a moment too soon, as I am exhausted and stressed beyond belief. It only remains to write fifteen more curriculum reports before I can depart, which means I'm going to have to miss Da Niece's Christmas party this evening. In respect of my recent anti-gift rant, I am also sad to report that two separate co-workers have given me Christmas presents, something I completely didn't expect and which I am thus unable to reciprocate before I go off on holiday. It's very sweet of them, but phooey.
I seem to be heading back into active, memorable, surreal dream territory, which is a relief - the last few months have been, I suspect, characterised by total exhaustion to the point where I don't actually remember my dreams, something which impoverishes my existence more than somewhat. Last night jo&stv argued about whether or not the house they bought was going to be the refurbished barn or the giant structure containing the converted Boeing 747 (which made, I have to say, interesting living space). There was a large gathering for breakfast at the house of the scary goth lady in the lion costume, who was annoyed at being woken up early after the memorable party featured in the newspapers. Later I was an adopted child in the strange, alien world trying desperately to hide from the bad things (either zombies or aliens) in the abandoned playground. (This last one I think is the direct result of too much Roswell).
Today is my last day at work before two weeks of leave, not a moment too soon, as I am exhausted and stressed beyond belief. It only remains to write fifteen more curriculum reports before I can depart, which means I'm going to have to miss Da Niece's Christmas party this evening. In respect of my recent anti-gift rant, I am also sad to report that two separate co-workers have given me Christmas presents, something I completely didn't expect and which I am thus unable to reciprocate before I go off on holiday. It's very sweet of them, but phooey.
I seem to be heading back into active, memorable, surreal dream territory, which is a relief - the last few months have been, I suspect, characterised by total exhaustion to the point where I don't actually remember my dreams, something which impoverishes my existence more than somewhat. Last night jo&stv argued about whether or not the house they bought was going to be the refurbished barn or the giant structure containing the converted Boeing 747 (which made, I have to say, interesting living space). There was a large gathering for breakfast at the house of the scary goth lady in the lion costume, who was annoyed at being woken up early after the memorable party featured in the newspapers. Later I was an adopted child in the strange, alien world trying desperately to hide from the bad things (either zombies or aliens) in the abandoned playground. (This last one I think is the direct result of too much Roswell).
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(Anonymous) 2008-12-19 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)It reminds me of this brainstorming tool: http://bubbl.us/
That one allows you to type in the words and connections. I haven't really played with it yet, but a writer friend says it's been a great help to her...
Cheers, Dayle