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Stuff that's not Brexit:
1. Going to visit Doug on Monday after therapy. Things have come to a pretty pass when the heartache and grief involved in being reminded that one of your best friends is irrecoverably brain-damaged is a light relief from the week.
2. I have been making some irrational purchases but hopefully not to the extent that I will regret later: ASOS were having a sale, so I'm waiting on some new green jeans, red trainers, a hat, and a large light scarf (the latter of which is beyond unnecessary, I have so many scarves, many of them large enough to be used as auxiliary blankets) from them, and I got fed up with being unable to add music to my main iPod so I've bought a cheap MP3 player with removable memory and a booster SD card so I can listen to the massive autchre download my boss pointed me at. Written down this doesn't seem as bad.
3. Have been converted to coconut oil, in part because I am an inhuman failure who cannot balance his macros and consistently undereats in one area or another. While I have tuna for protein catch-up (contains basically fuck all else), and rice cakes for carb catch-up (usually unnecessary), I was lacking in plain fat and eating raw garlic butter is a bit heave-inducing, whereas just squirting coconut oil into my mouth out of a tube is surprisingly pleasant.
4. LOOSE NUTS. The plates on my barbells keep rotating and sliding while I'm lifting and this is nerve-wracking and unhelpful. Not sure what to do about it, though. I'm hoping the issue is with the lock nuts rather than the thread on the barbell itself.
5. Still heavily into cyerpunk/urban sci fi art. Not making much progress with Days by James Lovegrove despite the frankly surprisingly great prose and solid world-building and believable characters (Derek what MORE do you want?) just because it's very dense and slow-building, and my brain needs something lighter and faster right now. This does however also rule out the massive pile of neurology/linguistics/deception books on my nightstand, although I have no excuse for not continuing with the Greg Egan stories on my phone.
6. It's Eid al-Fitr on Wednesday and I appear to be accidentally celebrating this by a) going to a city farm to pet pigs and b) meeting a friend for drinking. I. Had not intended it to be a festival of blasphemy. The day after is Tanabata, star festival, which in this instance is being celebrated by going to IKEA, although I think I should also participate in the wish-making side of things.
7. I am still very angry with the world and disappointed in/afraid of a lot of people, but I am not angry with MYSELF and don't feel alone in this fury with the way things are going globally and domestically, and that is novel and almost hopeful. Shit may be immensely shitty, but it is categorically not something I can be blamed for, and if Rod Liddle mysteriously shits himself to death I can't be blamed for that either. ;)
Also please buy my book.
1. Going to visit Doug on Monday after therapy. Things have come to a pretty pass when the heartache and grief involved in being reminded that one of your best friends is irrecoverably brain-damaged is a light relief from the week.
2. I have been making some irrational purchases but hopefully not to the extent that I will regret later: ASOS were having a sale, so I'm waiting on some new green jeans, red trainers, a hat, and a large light scarf (the latter of which is beyond unnecessary, I have so many scarves, many of them large enough to be used as auxiliary blankets) from them, and I got fed up with being unable to add music to my main iPod so I've bought a cheap MP3 player with removable memory and a booster SD card so I can listen to the massive autchre download my boss pointed me at. Written down this doesn't seem as bad.
3. Have been converted to coconut oil, in part because I am an inhuman failure who cannot balance his macros and consistently undereats in one area or another. While I have tuna for protein catch-up (contains basically fuck all else), and rice cakes for carb catch-up (usually unnecessary), I was lacking in plain fat and eating raw garlic butter is a bit heave-inducing, whereas just squirting coconut oil into my mouth out of a tube is surprisingly pleasant.
4. LOOSE NUTS. The plates on my barbells keep rotating and sliding while I'm lifting and this is nerve-wracking and unhelpful. Not sure what to do about it, though. I'm hoping the issue is with the lock nuts rather than the thread on the barbell itself.
5. Still heavily into cyerpunk/urban sci fi art. Not making much progress with Days by James Lovegrove despite the frankly surprisingly great prose and solid world-building and believable characters (Derek what MORE do you want?) just because it's very dense and slow-building, and my brain needs something lighter and faster right now. This does however also rule out the massive pile of neurology/linguistics/deception books on my nightstand, although I have no excuse for not continuing with the Greg Egan stories on my phone.
6. It's Eid al-Fitr on Wednesday and I appear to be accidentally celebrating this by a) going to a city farm to pet pigs and b) meeting a friend for drinking. I. Had not intended it to be a festival of blasphemy. The day after is Tanabata, star festival, which in this instance is being celebrated by going to IKEA, although I think I should also participate in the wish-making side of things.
7. I am still very angry with the world and disappointed in/afraid of a lot of people, but I am not angry with MYSELF and don't feel alone in this fury with the way things are going globally and domestically, and that is novel and almost hopeful. Shit may be immensely shitty, but it is categorically not something I can be blamed for, and if Rod Liddle mysteriously shits himself to death I can't be blamed for that either. ;)
Also please buy my book.