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Stayed up far too late last night watching Million Yen Women, with the end result that I am window shopping and dancing on the edge of making questionable financial decisions. Like buying a shitton of eyeliner now that I've tested my ability to do eyeliner and discovered, why yes. I can, it doesn't completely obscure my eyeshadow, and in fact it looks pretty damn cool. So far the only questionable financial decision is buying some skincare products at least one two of which I'd been eyeing for a while anyway, and two of which were in a set with one of those and why the hell not I have a family windfall. But argh now I regret spending money in case I need it later.

(It's still a very small percentage of the overall cashflow for the month but damn when I'm tired I make strange financial decisions, sometimes minorly poor ones.)

And I stayed up far too late last night watching Million Yen women. Which is a damn good show, even if I spent most of it all "what the actual fuck is going on here." The general plot is that stuff is happening to the main character for reasons he doesn't understand, so I'm in good company and I'm not meant to know what the actual fuck is going on until later in the series. I got to that point shortly before I finally turned it off and hied myself to bed. Now it's just plot resolution and a bit of bittersweetness.

After spending the better part of the weekend running around and working -- okay so I went to class, went in to work because my hair appointment was at 3pm so I figured I might as well hang around. Ended up labeling a pile of weaving yarn that we'd gotten in on Friday, went to my hair appointment, came back, labeled some more, the end result being that I worked half a day on Saturday during the time when I'm usually recovering from an hour and a half of intense martial arts with a nice nap. Which was dumb. I spent most of Sunday being useless for anything. I did make some broccoli cheese soup which turned out fantastic I'm keeping that recipe, and some cranberry orange spread and some turkey taco meat and I did get some writing done but overall I was mostly zonked. So glad I'm not doing that often.

I'm inadvertently rehabbing my food habits just by being marginally more attentive to what I eat, which is nice. I think it helps that I paid a lot of attention before, made meal plans, discovered things that work, so now I can be more 'eh, okay, high protein diet, fill the fridge with these things.' Although I should stop pretending I'm ever going to like black bean soup. I make it, I buy it, maybe once every six months, I never eat it. Stop trying to make black bean soup happen, self, it's not going to happen. Make chicken tortilla soup instead, that sounds better.

So. Much. Writing. Work. To do. So little focus until I actually go to bed on time. Oops.