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There's about 1/4 of an ounce of blue felting wool on my desk. Bright blue, like Cookie Monster. I have no idea what it's doing there.

So, okay, I did not get as much sleep as I wanted to last night, thanks to a 4 am sneezing fit, but I did manage to roll over and get back to sleep relatively quickly. The end result being while I don't feel as rested as I like, my traitorous brain is not attempting to convince me I'm unwanted, unintelligent, or fat. Which is kind of a feat considering I bolted down two slices of pizza for lunch, which should have made me feel fat but instead made me feel like I could haul around 25lb boxes of basket supplies. (And then again I was hauling around 50lb bags of manure this weekend with surprisingly little difficulty except that they're very big and I am very small. So maybe it's less made me feel and more gave me energy to. Something.)

The upside to this is that even if I didn't get as much sleep, I was still up at about six after some weirdass vivid dream I don't remember but there was action, and I was able to get a good almost 600 words written before I went to work. And then another 400 at work and after a bit of a struggle I'm finishing out the week at 7,040, which is just on target. And then I need to finish out the month at least even, but that's 5k over the next three days, that's way do-able.

I also may have inadvertently started another story in a whole fucking separate world, and I have no idea what that's about. Something to do with an Archer and a Magician who end up in a relationship, both of them men, the Archer was hired to protect the Magician and something else is going on under that that I don't have the energy to untangle tonight. Hell with that.

So, Wednesday Reads is a bit sparse this week, I finished the first Ransome book and am on the second, while someone *cough*lireavue*cough* read ahead of me and devoured the whole thing. Not that I can really blame her, but still! ;) So hopefully over the next week I can finish that and maybe read a couple of these books of folklore that I have. Most of the folklore should hopefully be quick.

Exercise is going well, making me routinely sweaty and achy and exhausted, which is a good sign that I'm working the muscles and not just going through the motions. I do need to put in a couple extra exercises because at least one of the ab exercises I put in wasn't doing so well. And remember my stretches. Better the last night than the last several weeks? But still. Other than that... no, that's pretty much it, I think.

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So, I learned quite a bit about what happens during explosive decompression this morning, all before breakfast, thanks to the boyfiend reading about myriad unusual deaths. A lot of them were simply unusual circumstances for sharp things being introduced to soft bits, usually soft bits with significant blood vessels, but there were also a couple cascading infection worst luck in the world people, and then there was explosive decompression dude. Who turned out to be explosive decompression dudes.

This is actually my fault, even, because I was deconstructing Arrow last night of all things, saying how I didn't understand ( Minor spoiler for the season finale? )

And the only thing I could pull out of my head that matched that was the Gloria Ramirez case in, what was it, California? In 1993? That I studied as part of the log I kept on the X-Files for bio class. Yes, I was that dork, but more importantly my teacher allowed it for extra credit, because I had awesome teachers. Comparisons of X-Files cases to real life science, anyway, that was how I discovered blood crystals ammonia blood woman, and that led to me explaining it to the boy, which apparently led to him researching unusual deaths for the past 12 hours. Our household is a fun and wacky household.

So, explosive decompression. And now I'm all "shit I have to use that in a story somewhere, that's actually really cool and also possibly a good way to murder." But then I realize that Hollywood has been murdering people by explosive decompression for years, so it's less cool and groundbreaking. Unless I describe what actually happens. That's kind of cool. And gross. And then I inflicted it on Twitter before people had had their morning coffee.

Ooh, some of my stamping stuff should be delivered today. Sadly not all of it, since I didn't see any plates I wanted and so the plates are coming from California instead, but some of it! And then this weekend I should be able to try out nail art stamping. Of such things are my amusements made.

I've gotten my writing done, which does not mean that I got the one story done but I might finish that when I get home. But I got not only my daily minimum done, but enough that my daily minimum for the last three days of the month is under 1k! I know that sounds algebraic and it kind of is, but the low-math rephrase is I'm way closer to making word count for the month than I was this morning. I've somewhat found a productive groove again. Long may it last.

So. Tonight. (And mostly for my own edification.) Getting White Lightning notated in the outline so that it matches up with the beats, the new character focuses, etc. That'll be the main work, and also mending bras and maybe, maybe finishing up the other story. Maybe. And the usual, Latin, Arabic, etc.