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I was supposed to have an extra 45 minutes or so today that I would have spent exercising and don't because I have capoeira class in the evenings. Instead I ended up spending it sleeping in and dozily talking to the boy about finances and the future of them depending on if he gets this VA job. Good talk! But still somehow I ended up rushing to finish a bunch of other stuff, most aggravating being hooking up the damn scanner again and scanning all the patterns from my knitting magazines. Not all the patterns. Just the ones we want for Crafty April. Hopefully I got all the pages turned around right.

AND some idiot texted me at four in the fucking morning last night to ask if I'd gotten the report. I deleted the text but now I'm thinking I should have texted back with "What fucking report? I don't know who you are. Fuck off and let me sleep." Hopefully they figured out that they had a wrong number, or typo'd the number they had, but if they don't I damn well will.

Ugh I am bursting with potential things that I am not talking about until they become actual things, but all of them are for once good rather than cringing in the corner waiting for the closet of shoes to come falling down on my head and argh. I mean, worst case, things will be a little easier around the house. Best case oh my fucking god I will explode. But until then I have to keep myself really damn distracted. Fortunately there's plenty to distract me.

Wednesday reads should happen at some point today, writing and grimmer things. I made carrot cupcakes, too, even! Apparently the energy surge lasted until well in the evening last night because I did my Arabic and Hindi study, made carrot cupcakes, ate dinner, mended a bra, did some more vodka sponging off the t-shirt, watched some West Wing, painted and stamped my nails, read some while the nail polish dried, poked at my guitar and some more chord changes, did dishes, and managed to get to bed relatively on time. For a fucking miracle. And I don't feel too much less energetic for having gotten a good night's sleep last night with the exception of the stupid wrong number? And then not doing exercise this morning. So yeah, I don't think this is mania so much as oh my god, I had rest! And then did exercise! Amaze.

SO. Today there is at least a lot less to do at work, so first there will be the daily load of writing and then there will be getting as much else done as I can, because as usual, after capoeira I am good for fuck all but sitting and staring at things. Well, I hope to do drawing and guitar, but things that require focus and complexity of concentration? Hah no.

Oh, and I know I've already posted but that was five minutes ago so. The braintwin linked me to Stop Kicking Yourself Month, which is a damn good idea and in which I will try to participate, although the first thing that came to mind was oh my god I am so glad she and I got into the habit of telling ourselves and each other that we are awesome. Even if it's just for surviving on a sick day. Or an injury day. Even if it's just for going to bed or getting up on time. So I further put forward, not only stop kicking yourself for the month of February, but when you accomplish something remind yourself that you are fucking awesome. Because you are. Kick ass.

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Welp. Because getting lightly (not grabbed, just circled) accosted by a random person on the street a block from work and outside of a police station and yelled abuse at was exactly what the day needed.

I have taken aspirin for the headache, I was going to report it to the police but there were no police in the station, presumably out on patrol (it's a very small, sort of satellite office thing) and having reported it to the garage security worker who was there, and since I have no major day jobligations I am going to do my Wednesday Reads posts before I start writing because that's what I want to do.

Pretty much I only read two (three) authors, Tanya Huff's Fifth Quarter and No Quarter, which were enjoyable even if I did want to punch some people. And even if I think one of the characters in the book got off relatively lightly. Still enjoyable! And towards the end some of the characters in the first book made an appearance too, so that was fun.

And then, because Amazon had the other two books for $2 and I wanted to see if I wanted them, I started Angelfall by Susan Ee and it is first person present tense, which is jarring sometimes, and her writing grace fails her sometimes, but ahahahahah oh god the story and the characters are engaging and fun. It's a YA trilogy, the second and third are World After and End of Days and there's some fast and loose with the mythology in ways that don't entirely hang together/seem like they're fast and loose so the plot can move along and the characters can do cool shit, and I don't care because the whole thing amused me. The two main characters spend their entire courtship insulting each other in the insecure annoyed I'm-cranky-and-rattled-and-nitpicking ways. It's awesome. I enjoyed it.

The third author is Eric Foner because I'm still reading Gateway to Freedom: The Hidden History of the Underground Railroad only I'm reading it in chunks before bed.

And I've started on Kevin Hearne's Iron Druid series, which is not bad! I do not at all regret buying them, although oh my god the first book does suffer from beginning novelist syndrome don't put your entire exposition within the space of ten fucking pages dude. I don't care how much you spackle it over with "but tell me how you" no! No no no. You are not good enough to do ten solid pages of straight exposition. No. Bad. Other than that though, I'm enjoying. And I need to finish Kate Elliott's Jaran, but I haven't been taking as much straight time out for reading lately. Should fix that.