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

Events: a man sent me 5 pictures of his dick and a load of gibberish about my genitals at 7am so I didn't get to sleep when I was intending to, meaning that I didn't get up when I was intending to, meaning that I didn't get to the gym (this was also in part because I had WICKED DOMs up until about half an hour ago and can hardly fucking walk ( Read more... )

I took one anyway, for no real reason other than I felt a bit dead when I got up; Lindsay of course readily assented. This will be a problem tomorrow when I have to gym AND go to a dance class but I think ultimately that just means I have to rejig what else I'm doing during the day ( Read more... )

Saturday I did ALL THE THINGS. Well, almost all. I set out to do a proper bathroom workout before going to the gym, but this did not happen as urgh ugh no no and also uh...
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Trying to drag my mind away from the fact that more Guardian columnists think I should kill myself for whatever reason (long/short: improperly-defined list items failing to understand nuance etc don't really work in my favour, ever, and I'm very tired of People).

YESTERDAYGym induction and running OK. Editing OK. Writing OK. Reading in ye Goddamn ( Read more... )

YesterdayAbout the usual amounts of strife; I went to one cafe to do writing/editing work, decided to be nice and go somewhere with Jess briefly after lunch, had one fight about her insisting on having a shower and then taking forever to actually get around to doing this, then another about the fact that she doesn't listen to things like "I will ( Read more... )

Things to write/blog about when I have five minutes, since I can't concentrate properly on plotting/prose more involved that the Renaka Device, and cannot do proofing edits (LAST ROUND!) for NBO right now (due to being in the Barbican Centre and about to leave for work ( Read more... )

And the remainder of the week ( Read more... )

While going stark raving mad with the sheer number of things I am supposed to be waiting for other people to do (pay raise: no word on this but it is due in a month?! when are they going to talk to me about this?; referral letter to surgeon: overdue; the stupid subscription box I am signed up for has been very late this month and I don't want to ( Read more... )

I appreciate that losing weight at around 1lb a day is definitely too fast but I also want to be losing it at this rate so I'm kind of torn as to whether I can be arsed to do anything about it (Also it's "fuck you" day on Sunday and I will probably put it all back on then ( Read more... )