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( Русский язык... )

And now I bring you, the theatre of Me and Also Me (played by Sam)
Me: Hell. I've been out of commission for five days and now I'm really out of shape. Some superheroine.
Sam/Also Me: ... you've been out of commission for five days, you could barely walk on Thursday, and you're worried about how you look?
Me: ... well, look at... I didn't have any kind of muscle tone to begin with and now...
Sam: Shut up. Look at you. You haven't been binging on anything out of restlessness, fear, self-indulgence, or self-pity. You've been careful. You've been exercising probably a tad more than you even should be right now. You're fine.
Me: ... I am no...
Sam: Look at yourself in the mirror.
Me: Okayyyy...
Sam: Does that look fat to you?
Me: Well...
Sam: *glares*
Me: Okay, fine. Still flabby and have poodge.
Sam: *eyerolls* We'll work on it. Slowly. Now stop whining and get in the damn shower. You'll be fine in time to be a superheroine.
Nameless/MeThree: Don't worry, darlin', I still think you're all kinds o' sexy.
Everyone: Shut up, Nameless.

Yeah, my brain is weird.

It is irritating that I've been inactive for five days. It's also eye-opening, the extent to which I've gotten used to being able to do situps, push-ups, walk, everything. Not to mention how scary it is to be collapsed on the floor for two and a half hours and unable to move because of the pain. I'm not sure if moving happened more because I was fed up with being immobile or because my muscles unknotted enough to be able to.

Anyway. Tried out the Cheetara makeup last night, but discovered that (maybe obviously) while the Lumiere palette I have is good for eyeshadow, not so much for face paint. So I ordered some MagiCake in the colors I'd probably need (marigold, orange, and rust) and I'll go over that with Lumiere and, since she has purple eyeshadow (of all things!!) do my eyes in purple. Somehow. I'll figure that part out. And I'll even take pictures, this time.

Wig shopping this weekend. Over the course of the week the rest of the Cheetara costume should come. I need stockings for Silk Spectre and that's about it for that. Maybe make a silver belt out of some scrap leather if I want to put that on instead of the vinyl one that came with the bought costume and/or do something about the gloves if I can/want to. But that costume is pretty much done. Cheetara, there's some chopping and sewing to be done. If I get everything together, that'll be this weekend. If not, next weekend. I'm really getting excited about this. I could do this. It'll be awesome.

Right now, I'm just stoked to be going back to work and doing things instead of curled up at home and injured and drugged. I need to get back on, well. Everything. Fucking injuries. Stupid damn wisdom teeth, but mostly, fucking injuries.

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( 日本語 )

Technically that last one should be partner work, but guess who's studying solo? Oh right, that would be me.

Next languages, I think, are going to be Hindi and Arabic Standard. Yes, I changed my mind again. I think. Irish, well, I have a single book on Irish but it looks like it's going to be irritatingly hard to find some other textbook, unless I ask someone to buy me one and ship it from Ireland. ... Which actually I do have someone in Ireland on my f-list. Come to think of it. But, no. Hindi, because the brother type person is learning it and therefore I will hopefully have someone to help me, and Arabic Standard because that's one of the few last major languages I don't know. Unless someone else can suggest a more common or popular or versatile dialect.

I have survived my first day back at work without falling over or otherwise being in excruciating pain. This is definitely a win. I do need to make a CS post to touch base and adjust my mindset somewhat from augh been lazy for a week so flabby to okay, well, that sucked, let's figure out how fast is safe for me to get my routines back. Why yes, I am still prone to some kinds of spaz. That being one of them. On the plus side, I'm kicking the ass of my low self esteem liek whoa. I think. I'm spending not one but two days at Dragon*Con dressed up in spandex and boots, that counts for something, right?

I do love that I can go out into the store in my Good Morning Sinners shirt, munching on an apple, and people still recognize that I work here.

Um. Stuff. And things. Things and stuff. I'm tired. I'm really tired, I don't know how much of it is physical and how much of it is psychological after being nearly housebound for five days, but I am fucking exhausted. That said, I think I'm finally ready to get back into routines, slowly but surely. Particularly writing routines, which would be nice. Deadlines are starting to slide from kicking my ass to full on curbstomping my face, and I do not like this, Sam I Am.

And while I'm at it, the aunt is suggesting I talk to a physical therapist about some exercises I maybe could do to help my back as far as recovery goes. Now, I have no idea what kind of recovery time is normal for wrenching your back so bad you can't move from being prone on the floor for hours without severe pain. That was on Thursday, and it's been four days and apart from the most irritating stiffness this side of being thrown by a horse, I'm fine. I've taken one regular strength (220 mg) naproxen sodium in the last 36 hours. Is this normal? O F-list, do you know? And could I benefit from a physical therapist consult, since, hey, health insurance! Inquiring kittys want to know. Also, what the hell is up with this bruise on my arm? Have I really been lurching into things that bad?

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( Deutsch )

Ugh. That's about all the energy I have for the moment. And why the hell did my keyboard go to Russian.

I'm kind of amused that there's a Japanese community in the Spotlight section right now. Amused and intrigued. I'd be more participatory or bouncy except that suddenly I'm bloody damn tired and going to bed as soon as I figure out what else I wanted to put here. Had a couple of tags on a couple of joint fics to do and then bed. Oh, right. French, too. Goddamn, how old is this book? It was my... sophomore or junior year of high school, which, no, junior. Which makes it about thirteen years old. Sweet cream Jesus on a whole wheat cracker.

I'm exhausted. I really am. I should have done more writing tonight but I did at least stretch those muscles some during the day, that counts for something, right? Also in the category of things done tonight, the bookshelves were taken apart a bit (shelves taken off) and reinforcement was attempted until the boy decided that driving screws into the sides of the flatpack bookshelves was just tearing up the pressboard more. Then we put a lot of things back on the shelves. But at least stuff is going up on the shelves. Slowly, we'll get this apartment back in shape. We have way too much crap.

Coherence dropping off. Finishing French post and hieing off to bed.