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May. 23rd, 2008 03:17 pmRobert Asprin? What? Wait, what?
Real entry to follow as soon as I ship... *eyes over her shoulder*40 60+ pounds of chemicals. Oy.
Real entry to follow as soon as I ship... *eyes over her shoulder*
May. 23rd, 2008
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May. 23rd, 2008 04:47 pmReal entry. I promise.
Stayed up till 2 in the morning last night reading Kushiel's Justice. Should remember that that is a bad idea on a worknight. But oh, I do love those books. Which has inspired a new sort of project thingie, which I call Project Make Myself Beautiful. Which has less to do with making myself beautiful and more to do with actually taking time in the morning and in general to make myself feel beautiful. Which is to say:
Get up. Faff about online. Do dance stretches, exercises, shower. Faff about online some more. Have a healthy breakfast, wash face with actual face cleanser. Apply moisturiser to face. These are the first and second things that I generally don't remember to do daily. Or hardly ever. Get stuff for work together, put on scent. I bought all that BPAL and I hardly ever remember to put it on. Put on earrings. Or rather, actually change them out. I got my ears pierced TWICE. I have loads of pretty earrings. I should remember to wear them. Comb hair, put in barette or actually take two minutes to make my hair pretty instead of just yanking it into a ponytail and going.
Yesterday I remember to do every one of those things. Today... forgot the BPAL and the barette. Other things involve, during the day, remembering my posture. Remembering to study my languages when I'm bored at work. Remembering NOT TO STICK PINS IN MY JEANS FOR SAFEKEEPING FUCKING OW. On the weekend, get outside and ramble more. P{lay Actually spend 2-3 hours cleaning up the apartment instead of halfheartedly cleaning and then faffing around online; we work before we play. Little things like that. Yesterday was day 1 of Project Make Myself Beautiful. It went poifectly! Today, semi-perfect. But there is time.
I got two query letters and a short story submitted. It felt good. Terrifying, still, and kind of depressing, but good nonetheless. I got a pair of jazz sneakers for English Country Dance (and other forms of dance I may indeed wind up doing) as everyone seems to be jumping on the dance shoe bandwagon. Only, normal jazz flats didn't seem quite right for English Country Dance. So. I also bought several skirts and a pair of flowy pants with my birthday money. And a couple pretty barettes and earrings. Need more barettes still, but in time. And I need to get my hair trimmed.
And in all that, I still only spent a little under half my birthday money. I have my finances still under control, although I'm going to hold off on making the next payment to my college loan place until July 'cause a) that's when it's due because I've been making larger than usual payments and they add up and b) i don't want to pay ALL the damn bills AND three months of rent in one go. Just. Ugh. No. On the other hand, I am due to be stimulated by the government soon, so we'll see. Maybe that's where my bribe will go.
Work continues. Still have no idea whether or not I should come in on Monday. Will ask the Elf Lord and/or the Lurking Bandit.
As if her health weren't effed up enough, E has shingles. Yay. Fortunately one of the wacky side effects of the medicine she takes for her MS also seems to be managing the pain of shingles, which means she has none. Either that or it just isn't bad. She was diagnosed yesterday, about three days after symptoms started to appear. I don't know what that means but I hope it's good. She seems to be doing all right, anyway. Just, ugh, shingles.
The boy got his new computer, though, which is good because his desktop is 8 years old or so. It has Windows Vista on it. I point and laugh.
I cannot find hula hoops anywhere. And suddenly I want one. Go figure. I also need to rescue my rollerblades from the Elf Lord's basement.
That's it for now, really. I got nothing. Just sort of sleepy thanks to my own stupidity (never start a good book an hour before bedtime!) and it's almost time to go home anyway. Yays.
Stayed up till 2 in the morning last night reading Kushiel's Justice. Should remember that that is a bad idea on a worknight. But oh, I do love those books. Which has inspired a new sort of project thingie, which I call Project Make Myself Beautiful. Which has less to do with making myself beautiful and more to do with actually taking time in the morning and in general to make myself feel beautiful. Which is to say:
Get up. Faff about online. Do dance stretches, exercises, shower. Faff about online some more. Have a healthy breakfast, wash face with actual face cleanser. Apply moisturiser to face. These are the first and second things that I generally don't remember to do daily. Or hardly ever. Get stuff for work together, put on scent. I bought all that BPAL and I hardly ever remember to put it on. Put on earrings. Or rather, actually change them out. I got my ears pierced TWICE. I have loads of pretty earrings. I should remember to wear them. Comb hair, put in barette or actually take two minutes to make my hair pretty instead of just yanking it into a ponytail and going.
Yesterday I remember to do every one of those things. Today... forgot the BPAL and the barette. Other things involve, during the day, remembering my posture. Remembering to study my languages when I'm bored at work. Remembering NOT TO STICK PINS IN MY JEANS FOR SAFEKEEPING FUCKING OW. On the weekend, get outside and ramble more. P{lay Actually spend 2-3 hours cleaning up the apartment instead of halfheartedly cleaning and then faffing around online; we work before we play. Little things like that. Yesterday was day 1 of Project Make Myself Beautiful. It went poifectly! Today, semi-perfect. But there is time.
I got two query letters and a short story submitted. It felt good. Terrifying, still, and kind of depressing, but good nonetheless. I got a pair of jazz sneakers for English Country Dance (and other forms of dance I may indeed wind up doing) as everyone seems to be jumping on the dance shoe bandwagon. Only, normal jazz flats didn't seem quite right for English Country Dance. So. I also bought several skirts and a pair of flowy pants with my birthday money. And a couple pretty barettes and earrings. Need more barettes still, but in time. And I need to get my hair trimmed.
And in all that, I still only spent a little under half my birthday money. I have my finances still under control, although I'm going to hold off on making the next payment to my college loan place until July 'cause a) that's when it's due because I've been making larger than usual payments and they add up and b) i don't want to pay ALL the damn bills AND three months of rent in one go. Just. Ugh. No. On the other hand, I am due to be stimulated by the government soon, so we'll see. Maybe that's where my bribe will go.
Work continues. Still have no idea whether or not I should come in on Monday. Will ask the Elf Lord and/or the Lurking Bandit.
As if her health weren't effed up enough, E has shingles. Yay. Fortunately one of the wacky side effects of the medicine she takes for her MS also seems to be managing the pain of shingles, which means she has none. Either that or it just isn't bad. She was diagnosed yesterday, about three days after symptoms started to appear. I don't know what that means but I hope it's good. She seems to be doing all right, anyway. Just, ugh, shingles.
The boy got his new computer, though, which is good because his desktop is 8 years old or so. It has Windows Vista on it. I point and laugh.
I cannot find hula hoops anywhere. And suddenly I want one. Go figure. I also need to rescue my rollerblades from the Elf Lord's basement.
That's it for now, really. I got nothing. Just sort of sleepy thanks to my own stupidity (never start a good book an hour before bedtime!) and it's almost time to go home anyway. Yays.