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1. I have not signed up to Yuletide again this year because I hate people and don't like writing fanfic for strangers any more.
2. I did however actually write a little bit today so I feel less like I want to die than I did around lunchtime.
3. I spent most of my march to work engaged in self-indulgent world-building nonsense relating to my slowly-growing massive fantasy playground, which was nice.
4. I spent most of my march to work feeling that I was grotesquely ugly and bewilderingly obese, which is why I disappeared up my own arse in the first place, which was not nice.
5. Office very quiet now everyone has left, so much so that I completely forgot to take my lunch break until half an hour after I should have done, and forgot to take an afternoon break at all.
6. Listening to a librevox recording of Mansfield Park as I am fed up with the Agatha Christies constantly being taken down from YouTube. LibreVox is all public domain stuff and public domain recordings specifically for public use so I'm a bit more confident about it, and while the Communist Manifesto of theirs I tried listening to was read by the human personification of adenoids, Karen Savage (who is reading this one) is very good and does all the voices and has a pleasant voice, which is unusual IME as I don't normally like ladyvoices reading me books for some mad reason.
7. I still feel fucking detestable.
8. I have been having the same period for eight shitting days and it's still pretty heavy which might have a bearing on me feeling fucking detestable. Linds made concerned doctor noises but has agreed to limit himself to buying some chicken livers for iron consumption purposes.
9. Have reached fitness goals 1 & 2: "walk up stairs to my flat without feeling like I'm dying" & "run short distances for bus and then get breath back within half an hour".
10. When/if I finally get my GIC appointment I am literally going to throw a literal party. I shall reserve the upstairs of the White Horse in Soho and I shall make a majillion tiny fucking cakes.
11. I cannot begin to describe how incredibly tired I am of all my social media feeds being clogged up with ill-informed panic about Ebola, especially the kind that winsomely decides there's some sort of medical conspiracy to blah blah blah I Don't Understand This Therefore No One Else Can Either.
12. I really want a print of this
13. I went to the IWM during my lunch break and after some searching through the (hideously ugly) remodelled interior I gave up and went and asked at the information desk: "there is some information about Lawrence in the World War 1 Galleries". "And his robes? And his motorbike? You used to have them on display but I've just been through and they're not in there."
Yeah they're not on display any more. Fuck the IWM. What is wrong with them?
14. Also ended up cackling at a man in the shop who was having the same indignant "what the fuck" conversation about the rubber eggs that I usually do.
15. I fear I may shortly become rabid and start tearing chunks out of my own arms with impatience.
2. I did however actually write a little bit today so I feel less like I want to die than I did around lunchtime.
3. I spent most of my march to work engaged in self-indulgent world-building nonsense relating to my slowly-growing massive fantasy playground, which was nice.
4. I spent most of my march to work feeling that I was grotesquely ugly and bewilderingly obese, which is why I disappeared up my own arse in the first place, which was not nice.
5. Office very quiet now everyone has left, so much so that I completely forgot to take my lunch break until half an hour after I should have done, and forgot to take an afternoon break at all.
6. Listening to a librevox recording of Mansfield Park as I am fed up with the Agatha Christies constantly being taken down from YouTube. LibreVox is all public domain stuff and public domain recordings specifically for public use so I'm a bit more confident about it, and while the Communist Manifesto of theirs I tried listening to was read by the human personification of adenoids, Karen Savage (who is reading this one) is very good and does all the voices and has a pleasant voice, which is unusual IME as I don't normally like ladyvoices reading me books for some mad reason.
7. I still feel fucking detestable.
8. I have been having the same period for eight shitting days and it's still pretty heavy which might have a bearing on me feeling fucking detestable. Linds made concerned doctor noises but has agreed to limit himself to buying some chicken livers for iron consumption purposes.
9. Have reached fitness goals 1 & 2: "walk up stairs to my flat without feeling like I'm dying" & "run short distances for bus and then get breath back within half an hour".
10. When/if I finally get my GIC appointment I am literally going to throw a literal party. I shall reserve the upstairs of the White Horse in Soho and I shall make a majillion tiny fucking cakes.
11. I cannot begin to describe how incredibly tired I am of all my social media feeds being clogged up with ill-informed panic about Ebola, especially the kind that winsomely decides there's some sort of medical conspiracy to blah blah blah I Don't Understand This Therefore No One Else Can Either.
12. I really want a print of this
13. I went to the IWM during my lunch break and after some searching through the (hideously ugly) remodelled interior I gave up and went and asked at the information desk: "there is some information about Lawrence in the World War 1 Galleries". "And his robes? And his motorbike? You used to have them on display but I've just been through and they're not in there."
Yeah they're not on display any more. Fuck the IWM. What is wrong with them?
14. Also ended up cackling at a man in the shop who was having the same indignant "what the fuck" conversation about the rubber eggs that I usually do.
15. I fear I may shortly become rabid and start tearing chunks out of my own arms with impatience.