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Aug. 2nd, 2017 10:37 amWe've gone from the brain constantly going EKLUND EKLUND EKLUND to both untangling all the secrets of Wynonna Earp, complaining about Dolls' characterization in S2, and periodically wondering why the fuck this guy plays nothing but serial killers and formerly-humans-now-demons-returned-from-hell. I think he's been in Supernatural too. He was probably a demon. So that's... like progress?
I did, at least, progress in writing yesterday in that Long Road now has a semi-tentative outline, I started reading over Storms, and the other story for submission has a semi-tentative outline too, and more importantly a cast of characters. Starlight which I keep wanting to call Stardust because I have Rogue One in my head is continuing towards the finish even after Camp Nano, after a short period to rest my damn hands and wrists. Progress! I'm doing all right. Iiiiii....
... may not go to capoeira today if my stomach keeps knotting and churning like it is what the hell body. I swear to god if you return my lunch to sender I will replace you with a Mars Rover.
At least work is quietish. I can get things done slowly without worrying about falling over or throwing up.
... and now I'm kind of annoyed at my inability to capoeira consistently twice a week right now. And sure a lot of it is migraines or colds (probably allergies turning into colds) or today with the what the fuck did I eat but goddammit. I know capoeira is an intensive class that's hard to do when I feel off but aaaargh. I feel like a failure. I don't know if this is better or worse than going, feeling physically like crap, and feeling like a failure there, albeit a sweaty and exhausted failure. I want a body that goddamn works for at least six or seven days at a time, dammit.
Also I want to go home and take a shower. I have no idea why I feel stickier and grosser than usual. UGH today is not working as far as my physical being is concerned. And it's distracting from my more capable mental being. Goddammit Daniel Jackson stop hogging all the ascension. *sigh* I guess I get to go home and practice capoeira at fucking home then.
I did, at least, progress in writing yesterday in that Long Road now has a semi-tentative outline, I started reading over Storms, and the other story for submission has a semi-tentative outline too, and more importantly a cast of characters. Starlight which I keep wanting to call Stardust because I have Rogue One in my head is continuing towards the finish even after Camp Nano, after a short period to rest my damn hands and wrists. Progress! I'm doing all right. Iiiiii....
... may not go to capoeira today if my stomach keeps knotting and churning like it is what the hell body. I swear to god if you return my lunch to sender I will replace you with a Mars Rover.
At least work is quietish. I can get things done slowly without worrying about falling over or throwing up.
... and now I'm kind of annoyed at my inability to capoeira consistently twice a week right now. And sure a lot of it is migraines or colds (probably allergies turning into colds) or today with the what the fuck did I eat but goddammit. I know capoeira is an intensive class that's hard to do when I feel off but aaaargh. I feel like a failure. I don't know if this is better or worse than going, feeling physically like crap, and feeling like a failure there, albeit a sweaty and exhausted failure. I want a body that goddamn works for at least six or seven days at a time, dammit.
Also I want to go home and take a shower. I have no idea why I feel stickier and grosser than usual. UGH today is not working as far as my physical being is concerned. And it's distracting from my more capable mental being. Goddammit Daniel Jackson stop hogging all the ascension. *sigh* I guess I get to go home and practice capoeira at fucking home then.