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Feb. 24th, 2014 11:40 am( Gaeilge )
Ow. Ow ow. Ow ow ow ow. Fucking planks. Fucking morning exercise. Fucking everything.
Aunt is in DC. Have had no news since. Not entirely sure whether or not to be worried by this, my family has the bad habit of not telling people things in the interest of not worrying them when there's nothing they can do, despite the fact that sometimes people would like to know things even if things suck. It's not just me, we do this to everyone. Sometimes I end up complicit because bad habits are contagious. Blegh.
The better part of Saturday was spent doing taxes and playing Baldur's Gate, but Sunday there was a fair bit of picking up and laundry done, and weeding the front walk, because it's that time again. And, you know, it might have gotten some sun on my skin. Shock! Amaze! I think between now and Portland there will be all the garden prep you can shake a stick at, so if there's more warm days I might get even MORE sun on my skin. Be astounded! Going out into the daylight! Of my own volition!
Line edits on this story for this anthology are turning out to be a bigger pain in my ass than previously thought, and not for the initial reasons I thought. But because MS Word is a pain, as my grandmother said, where no pill can reach.
But if I'm very, very lucky I can get that done today, the virtues post done today, and get a couple scenes in WL done today. And not frazzle myself into a coma. I even remembered not only to bring in my new, more functional water bottle, I remembered to mail off my damn taxes! Yesterday's productivity spree seems to be holding. I could get to like this. Until the next hit comes.
Ow. Ow ow. Ow ow ow ow. Fucking planks. Fucking morning exercise. Fucking everything.
Aunt is in DC. Have had no news since. Not entirely sure whether or not to be worried by this, my family has the bad habit of not telling people things in the interest of not worrying them when there's nothing they can do, despite the fact that sometimes people would like to know things even if things suck. It's not just me, we do this to everyone. Sometimes I end up complicit because bad habits are contagious. Blegh.
The better part of Saturday was spent doing taxes and playing Baldur's Gate, but Sunday there was a fair bit of picking up and laundry done, and weeding the front walk, because it's that time again. And, you know, it might have gotten some sun on my skin. Shock! Amaze! I think between now and Portland there will be all the garden prep you can shake a stick at, so if there's more warm days I might get even MORE sun on my skin. Be astounded! Going out into the daylight! Of my own volition!
Line edits on this story for this anthology are turning out to be a bigger pain in my ass than previously thought, and not for the initial reasons I thought. But because MS Word is a pain, as my grandmother said, where no pill can reach.
But if I'm very, very lucky I can get that done today, the virtues post done today, and get a couple scenes in WL done today. And not frazzle myself into a coma. I even remembered not only to bring in my new, more functional water bottle, I remembered to mail off my damn taxes! Yesterday's productivity spree seems to be holding. I could get to like this. Until the next hit comes.