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Well, yesterday was a bad day for reproductive health and freedom on the internet. First someone jumped on me for supporting Planned Parenthood completely uninvited and talked about how they're hurting women's health and referred to That Video as proof. That Video is not proof, it's goddamn propaganda. I debated her for a couple tweets until she could only cite legal statutes for proof as to why this is harming women, then I muted her. Life's too short. Then, apparently, the State Rep who's suing the administration to prevent his adult daughters from having access to birth control under his health insurance got the suit reinstated. If you don't want your daughters to have birth control, particularly your adult daughters but in general (which in general I think is heinous and cruel but whatever), take them off your insurance. Particularly if they're adults. I think you can, still, yes? No? I actually don't know the answer to that one, my Mom always kept us on her plan as long as she could because none of us were in a very good position to get health insurance out of college. Or while in college, really.

I'm still 1500 calories under my allowance because of an hour and a half of pretty constantly moving in capoeira, with a couple breaks. Which is good because it means my stamina is improving! But on the other hand I'm 1500 calories under why can't I fill it up with ice cream again??? Oh, right, because I'm trying to have less fats and more proteins. Ugh. Watching my food intake would be so much more fun if I didn't have to watch what types of nutrients I ingested.

I might actually stand a chance in hell of winning Nanowrimo. I'm really kind of amazed, because I started off with a ridiculous goal to begin with and then there were a couple of days when I was too damn tired to write anything, and I still might make it. Saturday's going to be the killer, coming up. I have capoeira in the morning, then lunch with people so there's spoons going to being social, then a haircut, then I come home, I have a short break of a few hours from people and then people again as they descend on my house like a swarm of angry locusts for dinner. Only they'll be food bearing angry locusts so I don't have to use spoons to cook, just to make conversation and be a social human being. And it's my family, so fewer spoons. But capoeira, and oh my god capoeira outdoors in the heat is still murdering me.

So, peanut butter and skim milk or ice cream and something that involves protein or carbs to get the fat percentage back the hell down. Decisions. (I don't actually drink skim milk because no fat, I drink it because 2% tastes funny to me now. I vaguely remember this having something to do with skim milk was all that was available for a long time in high school? College? One of the two. Or, well, not ALL but the other stuff ran out quickly. And then I got used to it, so skim milk it is. My aunts all find this atrocious.)

... Did I finally find a circumstance in which I need protein powder? I never thought I would. Nah, probably not. I'll make do with ice cream, a yogurt cup, and hell with the rest of the calories I'm allegedly missing, I might be off in terms of how much I actually exercised anyway.

In the meantime, NCIS, finishing Nano words, doing some edits and other things before bed. I've got an hour and forty five minutes and I've done almost everything! It's amazing! I have time! There's time now! *drops glasses, steps on* Nooooooooo....

Anyway. Word count this week is 22,912 and after a series of phone calls we have determined that my mother is not coming over this weekend but next weekend, because my aunt and I are doofy. And with that, I am definitely going to go pass out.