Felix is Food-Deprived; Juliet is Sleep-Deprived

I find a message from Juliet on my computer, saying "Guess what I did?" So… of course, I have to call her and find out. Turns out she spent all of last night getting together her application for the Ohio Arts Council grants.

Sidenote: Matt sent me information a few days ago about the Illinois Arts Council grants, but I ignored them so that I could focus on getting my Flash work done. He keeps trying to help me out with writing, and I keep pushing it away… not sure what that means about me, or my process, or about my writing in general.

Juliet and I talk for a while as I’m cooking up dinner. Several times during the conversation, we joke about her upcoming "move," and what she plans to do (she’s still undecided where she’ll go and what she’ll do). We have this thing between us where one of us is constantly trying to get the other person to move into their state. I keep dropping hints about Illinois and saying shit like "What? What was that? I’m sorry – I was thinking about how nice Chicago was this time of year. Could you repeat what you just said?"

It’s this big subliminal game we play. But deep down, I know I’m going to win. It’s all a matter of time before she cracks, and she moves back to the windy city.

:P

We talked about Harry Potter, the people in our lives, and work in general. It was a good, long conversation – and definitely improved my mood.