BUT in between torturing me with a lot of nonsensical shit I won't go into and some tedious hypnogogic stuff which revealed how dull my priorities are at the moment (OMG WHAT IF THE REFURB AT THE GYM REMOVES EQUIPMENT I WANT TO USE? WHAT IF I'M ACTUALLY BEING VERY LAZY AFTER ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DOING TRX CLASSES WITH WEIGHTS WHY CAN I NOT STOMACH ( Read more... )

GYM: Started and closed with military presses, which seems to be a functional way to approach things. This worked DESPITE me having to take not only two Night Nurse but also two (TWO) nuclear strength sleeping pills (The ones that are running out, you know) AND spend the occasional hour or two trying to persuade Jess to stop hitting me in the head ( Read more... )

I have passed through "being frustrated" re the internet shenanigans (tl;dr THIS FUCKING INTERNET SERVICE PROVIDER ISN'T PROVIDING A SERVICE) and am now into acceptance, where I just deal with the fact that I will never, ever, ever catch up with my online admin or editing and that I am going to use my entire data allowance in ten seconds and Virgin ( Read more... )

UGH UGH UGH (I know I'm ill and stuff but I am really fucking tempted just to get drunk ( Read more... )

Okay if I don't remember to make a post I will look back on this week with total amnesia so:

this is what Charity will look like if she decides to be a genius lociiBeen talking people through various gender crises a lot at the moment. You know, with my intense authoritative assistance which amounts to "whatever you decide is ok and also you don't ( Read more... )

Well, you made a mistake. I made a vest.


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Two areas of book sales and publishing continually grate at my patience.

Well, more than two, but these two are especially applicable to me.

1. "This author is a DEMOGRAPHIC DEMOGRAPHIC and they write about DEMOGRAPHIC!", which smacks of the Facebook/celebrity culture age of existence, in which you cannot possibly just shit out a book and disappear, ( Read more... )

Lovely review/pimp of NBO by Ruthi

Blogs
The Gamification of Dining

BrainsWell, socialising did not help. I felt out of my depth, continued to feel isolated, feel guilty and shitty about not being able to connect with people, and my brain feels like there are pins in it. Life now divides into: Things That Make Me Feel Guilty If I Think About Them ( Read more... )

I keep typoing my own name as "Drek", which seems apposite.

For the last two nights I have been seconded to an additional brief of SPECIFICALLY stories about child abuse, neglect, and murder, on top of the relentless press last night covering the murder of one of our nicer MPs. I have developed a talent for getting caught in torrential rain.

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