My copy of The Handmaid's Tale came in today. The lady at the post office asked for ID before I could pick up my package. I showed her. She made sure the name on the package matched the name on the ID. This amused me muchly. Not because the name didn't match (it did), but because I wondered if they wouldn't deny the package if it were addressed to, say, God with my mailbox on it.
I reserved the Aurora table for the magnetic poetry contest. I had completely forgotten about Mattie's manicure thing this morning, so I was wondering why all those people were in her office when I went up there. Anyway, I told her what I needed, she gave it to me, and I figured I may as well stay and paint my nails. They're now fire engine red. Yay. The thing is that now I'm going to be looking at them in November and thinking about how shiny they are. Oh well.
But I did two problems on my DE test this afternoon, which is good. Just two more to go plus the extra credit part (which doesn't look terrible), and one of those problems is halfway finished. I just don't feel like solving it by hand because it's not pretty, so I'm not. (Hey, we're allowed to use Maple on most of it, so I am.)
I have so much to write about, and I've had so little time to write it down. I don't know when I'm going to get to write it down. That's the thing about having a full life. I don't get to write as much as I'd like. C'est triste.
I can tell when my brain is more active. It's when my conversations, my writing, my thinking are all more active. It's when I make an effort to reach out to people and ask how they're doing and am actually interested in the response--not just because I like the person (which I would do when I'm less active anyway) but for my own intellectual pursuits.
But it's really sad, those times when I just don't care, and I know I want to. Sometimes I just don't make that effort. Sometimes the beginning really is what matters. I've noticed this. I'll make some sort of contribution early in the day, and I'll feel more up to contributing more to the world at large, whether through conversations, events, or otherwise, later in the day. If I don't do it early, though, I'll grow lazy later in the day. It's quite sad, really.
But! NaNoWriMo starts in five days. That's enough to make anyone excited. The Atlanta kickoff party is Sunday at Java Monkey. I can't wait. (Okay, I probably can in the sense that it won't kill me. I'm just excited.)
Also, LJ has a new layout for Halloween. Ooh, shiny...