Distraction

This week has been largely sucktacular. Too much work, too many errands, not enough fic and chocolate cake... Or sleep.

So of course I'm in the middle of getting Hakkai and Gojyo to have truck stop shower sex, and I need to take a break. (my desk chair is mighty uncomfortable. It's really a hard kitchen chair that has been pressed into service.) So I say to myself well, you've got a few pages left to read in that comic. Why not read that and do more writing after?

MY SPIRIT HAS BEEN CRUSHED. I feel horrible now that I've come to the end of this volume. Knowing that there's one more volume in the entire series only makes me feel worse because, come on, what kind of closure can I get from that?

It's the best and worst thing the world to get so involved when reading. It's a mark of the author's ability, but it says a lot about me, too. This happens with practically everything I read! I feel so much for the characters that I get all worked up, or depressed, or bouncing off the walls happy. I can't get the good stuff out of my head. At least, I can't get it out of my immediate thoughts, because the good stuff stays with you, becomes a part of you, that will last your whole life, and that's how it should be. But I don't like my every waking moment to be consumed by these thoughts and worries about fictional characters. I need space to breathe.

Ugh. I suspect tomorrow won't be an easy, carefree day...

~later