Week three of insomnia, not like this is altogether that unusual for someone who has never slept well her entire life. At least the slap-happiness keeps work interesting. 😉 I should go lie down, but I know I won’t really be tired for another hour at least, and even then, I’ll likely just lie there for a half an hour before a light doze takes me where anything will wake me in an instant and I’ll be too alert for sleep again. It’s life. I figure this current bout of sleeplessness will wear off by the end of the week and I’ll be back at my broken-up six hours a night as usual.

Jaune, one of my fish, died yesterday. He hadn’t been looking very good lately, to be honest. He’d lost a lot of weight recently, and was swimming funny too. Gelb, the other fish, is still fine and fat as ever. She’s probably pretty lonely though. She and Jaune had been together since coming here.

I suppose I haven’t posted for a while because my mind has been entirely elsewhere. For the past several weeks, I’ve been reading a lot of stories based on video game characters that I like a lot. They’re stories written by fans like me, raising questions like “What would have happened in the game if?” or “How did this character come to be this way?” and the like. I love the games–Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney–and the fiction is fascinating. It ranges from the mundane picnics with lots of the cast to strange stories where the main characters have been turned into werewolves. I can’t help but feel a kinship with these people. After all, my own fantasy novel series started as a result of being a huge fangirl of the Myth series by Robert Asprin. That I’ve happened into another world of fangirls (and probably some fanboys) seems perfectly normal. Crazies like to stick together; that’s why they put them in those huge buildings with bars over the windows. 😉

I’ve completed yet another mural at the library. Oddly, it’s the first we started: the theater. I need to drag the camera in for pics, and I have yet to upload and edit the pictures of the mystery section. Perhaps if I can drag myself away from the world of on-line fiction long enough, I’ll get to that this weekend. After all, I have Friday through Sunday off. Plenty of time . . . to goof off.

Oh, and if you haven’t already figured it out from the random posting of excerpts of my latest novel idea, the main characters are gay. I’d had the basic plot outline for this story figured out quite some time ago, though when I originially conceived of the idea, it was to be between two women. I’ve since decided that writing about men is hotter (after all, what’s hotter than one hot man? Two hot men) though I must point out that having never been in a gay relationship with another man, it might be awkward. Technically, I’ve never been in a gay relationship with another woman, but that wasn’t for lack of want so much as lack of availability/options/what-have-you. I was simply always dating someone–a guy–when the option for the other arose. Meh, it happens. Still, I am enjoying coming up with cute, fluffy scenes where they awkwardly fall in love and then out of love and then back in love again. After all, isn’t that a standard plot for romance novels? Not that I’d know; I abhor the genre and don’t read the books, but the basic plot is one that the other librarians assure me is a pretty standard formula.

At any rate, I’m guessing it’s late enough that I really ought to at least attempt sleep, even if it means lying there for an indeterminate amount of time before psychotic dreams wake me and then the cat rouses me long before the alarm. Yup, another fun-filled night for me. At least I don’t find my life to be altogether that boring; it just seems that way from the outside looking in. Night.