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Mar. 16th, 2016 10:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWell. That was something I didn't think I could do but I might at least try to do from now through the fall. Woke up this morning, rolled around in bed, got through the showering part and then managed to get ten pages of edits done somehow before breakfast. I mean, this is helped by the fact that on Wednesdays I exercise in the evenings and thus have an extra hour or so in the morning to play with, but I wonder if I can do that for five pages or so if I keep getting up on time. That might solve some of my anxieties.
With any luck, too, solving my anxieties will give me will bonuses not to buy the Aromaleigh foundation now now right now right now. Self, we get fucking paid tomorrow, you can wait until Friday or better yet Monday after you have the LE samples and know what you want to order. Dumbass. Actually that might be the best plan. Order Monday, get the foundation and maybe the finishing powder because why the hell not if I'm going to do all this, and any of those seasonal shadows I want. The only problem with this is then I can't try them over black primer, but eeeeh details. I might even be able to fake black primer.
And I have no idea what was going on in my head but I've definitely been doing the cosmetics thing too often too recently because something about last night's dream involved limited edition chicken based scents, to combine Aromaleigh's current promo and BPAL in the worst way ever. Chicken based eyeshadows are a bit weird but okay, I can see it, on account of the plumage and all. I have smelled chicken, though. Who on earth would want to smell like a chicken. A live chicken, anyway. There was something else going on in the dream that made it a suspense and a mystery too, but damned if I can figure out what.
(I say I've been involved in the cosmetics thing too much and then I go and get some black primer from Nyx. Heh. I think I'm almost done building up a bigger stable of basics though. It goes in cycles.)
So I guess the only major thing I have to do today before capoeira is physics and writing, which isn't a bad thing. And write up the Wednesday Reads post that I've been meaning to do for at least a week now oops. And possibly write a state of the writing post for accountability, though that's kind of crap since the entire last month has been either writing the redacted or recovering from writing the redacted. Pitch letter. It's a pitch letter. I entirely forgot to redact that from last entry I talked about it although I don't suppose it much matters since the details aren't there. It is making me tempted to start querying again though. Maybe after I get the garden set up.
Because I'm starting to realize how much work I need to do to set up the garden and oh dear sweet growing jesus. I need to trim the tree or maybe cut it down entirely so that I can actually walk back there and get the hose. Come to think of it most of that vegetation can probably fuck off. I need to trim branches above the green compost heap, probably move the rotating compost bucket to somewhere closer to the house, maybe by the kitchen. And remember to water it in the morning. And a whole bunch of other shit that I need to turn into a Habitica list if Habitica ever recovers from turning into a puddle of goo again.
None of which (okay maybe the moving of the compost bucket) will happen tonight because capoeira and then falling over. Well, and then cooking dinner and then falling over. Nor is it likely to happen Saturday because of the picking up of extra hours. Maybe Sunday. During which it's supposed to snow, because fuck everything.
I don't even know what to say about the election returns. I'm wondering if the Republican party is going to split with Trump or the other guy (Kasich or Cruz at this point, would be my guess) as an independent candidate. I really, really hope the Democratic party doesn't split with Bernie or, much less likely, Hillary as an independent. I mean, I don't think either of them is stupid enough to let that happen, but oh my god. Maybe the productive editing streak is a result of being fed up with this and fucking off to fake people land for a while. It'd make sense.
Well. I also started logging my food intake again, because it's a scientifically proven fact or something that if you write down the kind of crap you eat, you'll eat less of it. And some people might be able to stick with a healthy diet, but I like cheese and chocolate and fried things way too much.
And. Oh god. And. Things I want to get done today include: Writing in several projects I've been neglecting as my brain recovers. Outline Will Shakespeare: A Play. Sort through Black Ice stories and figure out what the hell I'm doing with all my anthologies now that White Lightning is its own damn novel. Um. Basically, a whole shitload of things is what I'm doing today, fiddly housecleaning things. Where housecleaning covers many more bases than just cleaning a house. Oogh. To arms!
With any luck, too, solving my anxieties will give me will bonuses not to buy the Aromaleigh foundation now now right now right now. Self, we get fucking paid tomorrow, you can wait until Friday or better yet Monday after you have the LE samples and know what you want to order. Dumbass. Actually that might be the best plan. Order Monday, get the foundation and maybe the finishing powder because why the hell not if I'm going to do all this, and any of those seasonal shadows I want. The only problem with this is then I can't try them over black primer, but eeeeh details. I might even be able to fake black primer.
And I have no idea what was going on in my head but I've definitely been doing the cosmetics thing too often too recently because something about last night's dream involved limited edition chicken based scents, to combine Aromaleigh's current promo and BPAL in the worst way ever. Chicken based eyeshadows are a bit weird but okay, I can see it, on account of the plumage and all. I have smelled chicken, though. Who on earth would want to smell like a chicken. A live chicken, anyway. There was something else going on in the dream that made it a suspense and a mystery too, but damned if I can figure out what.
(I say I've been involved in the cosmetics thing too much and then I go and get some black primer from Nyx. Heh. I think I'm almost done building up a bigger stable of basics though. It goes in cycles.)
So I guess the only major thing I have to do today before capoeira is physics and writing, which isn't a bad thing. And write up the Wednesday Reads post that I've been meaning to do for at least a week now oops. And possibly write a state of the writing post for accountability, though that's kind of crap since the entire last month has been either writing the redacted or recovering from writing the redacted. Pitch letter. It's a pitch letter. I entirely forgot to redact that from last entry I talked about it although I don't suppose it much matters since the details aren't there. It is making me tempted to start querying again though. Maybe after I get the garden set up.
Because I'm starting to realize how much work I need to do to set up the garden and oh dear sweet growing jesus. I need to trim the tree or maybe cut it down entirely so that I can actually walk back there and get the hose. Come to think of it most of that vegetation can probably fuck off. I need to trim branches above the green compost heap, probably move the rotating compost bucket to somewhere closer to the house, maybe by the kitchen. And remember to water it in the morning. And a whole bunch of other shit that I need to turn into a Habitica list if Habitica ever recovers from turning into a puddle of goo again.
None of which (okay maybe the moving of the compost bucket) will happen tonight because capoeira and then falling over. Well, and then cooking dinner and then falling over. Nor is it likely to happen Saturday because of the picking up of extra hours. Maybe Sunday. During which it's supposed to snow, because fuck everything.
I don't even know what to say about the election returns. I'm wondering if the Republican party is going to split with Trump or the other guy (Kasich or Cruz at this point, would be my guess) as an independent candidate. I really, really hope the Democratic party doesn't split with Bernie or, much less likely, Hillary as an independent. I mean, I don't think either of them is stupid enough to let that happen, but oh my god. Maybe the productive editing streak is a result of being fed up with this and fucking off to fake people land for a while. It'd make sense.
Well. I also started logging my food intake again, because it's a scientifically proven fact or something that if you write down the kind of crap you eat, you'll eat less of it. And some people might be able to stick with a healthy diet, but I like cheese and chocolate and fried things way too much.
And. Oh god. And. Things I want to get done today include: Writing in several projects I've been neglecting as my brain recovers. Outline Will Shakespeare: A Play. Sort through Black Ice stories and figure out what the hell I'm doing with all my anthologies now that White Lightning is its own damn novel. Um. Basically, a whole shitload of things is what I'm doing today, fiddly housecleaning things. Where housecleaning covers many more bases than just cleaning a house. Oogh. To arms!