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I'm fully discouraged with the working out again. I've stopped doing yoga now even since Monday and I have to say it's nice to not be in as much pain.
I hate this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
When I restart, which I will have to because I have a lesson scheduled now, I'll have to start all over again from ground zero. Gee, wonder why I stopped working out? I'll be surfing whether my body is ready for it or not. Throwing up pain, here I come!
Yeap, dark, nasty place again. I'm broken, can't be fixed, will not be having teh babies so I'm not going to get a doctor to ever do shit for me, painkillers have destroyed my stomach and don't get rid of the pain anyway and the only thing that works I'm not allowed to have unlimited access to. I hate whining (not that any of you could actually tell by reading this LJ), but I especially hate this.
Whine, whine, blah whiiiiiiine...
I actually did work on that damned ruffle all night after the cleaning and the decorating. Forgot that I had to sew the pieces together, then try and stick the two separate ruffles together and then stick them on the skirt. Somehow.
I was all "I like gathering! Gathering fabric is fun!" And then I realized I was doing this in a dual layer ruffle that is made entirely out of tulle to a skirt entirely out of tulle and that I'm not actually attaching it to a hem, but 12 inches up from the hem to a skirt that is a giant circle.
Then I was like "Nooooooooo!"
But in any case, I get to stab people tonight. Woot! Angel of Death will strike again! (So long as they don't freaking run away, then the Angel of Death will get stuck on a wall.)
I really should start playing a horror game since tis the season and Silent Hill is just sitting there, beckoning. But...Ezio... It counts that he has Redfield's VA, yes?
I hate this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
When I restart, which I will have to because I have a lesson scheduled now, I'll have to start all over again from ground zero. Gee, wonder why I stopped working out? I'll be surfing whether my body is ready for it or not. Throwing up pain, here I come!
Yeap, dark, nasty place again. I'm broken, can't be fixed, will not be having teh babies so I'm not going to get a doctor to ever do shit for me, painkillers have destroyed my stomach and don't get rid of the pain anyway and the only thing that works I'm not allowed to have unlimited access to. I hate whining (not that any of you could actually tell by reading this LJ), but I especially hate this.
Whine, whine, blah whiiiiiiine...
I actually did work on that damned ruffle all night after the cleaning and the decorating. Forgot that I had to sew the pieces together, then try and stick the two separate ruffles together and then stick them on the skirt. Somehow.
I was all "I like gathering! Gathering fabric is fun!" And then I realized I was doing this in a dual layer ruffle that is made entirely out of tulle to a skirt entirely out of tulle and that I'm not actually attaching it to a hem, but 12 inches up from the hem to a skirt that is a giant circle.
Then I was like "Nooooooooo!"
But in any case, I get to stab people tonight. Woot! Angel of Death will strike again! (So long as they don't freaking run away, then the Angel of Death will get stuck on a wall.)
I really should start playing a horror game since tis the season and Silent Hill is just sitting there, beckoning. But...Ezio... It counts that he has Redfield's VA, yes?