"Hexadecimals to the rescue."
A sunny, warm day. Our high (so far) was 84F.
So, I'd finally started to feel as if maybe I could make some real progress in overcoming the entropic force of my depression. But then I missed yesterday afternoon's meds, and everything spun a little more out of control. I never, ever, fucking ever miss my meds. But I did yesterday afternoon. One result was I only slept three very fitful hours. All I managed to get today was writing flap copy for Bright Dear Star for Bill at SubPress. But given how much I hate writing flap copy, I might have done worse. I just have to do better tomorrow.
The afternoon's film was Ridley Scott's The Martian (2015). I greatly enjoy this film, even if it is clueless about the physics of Martian duststorms.
Today's photo, below, is a belated birthday shot of Selwyn, from yesterday. He says he had a pretty good birthday.
And, of course, I have one of those on the 26th, the terrifying -0 birthday. I do have an Amazon wishlist if anyone's so disposed. Distractions are always welcome.
And there's the shop. There is always the shop.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:51 p.m.
So, I'd finally started to feel as if maybe I could make some real progress in overcoming the entropic force of my depression. But then I missed yesterday afternoon's meds, and everything spun a little more out of control. I never, ever, fucking ever miss my meds. But I did yesterday afternoon. One result was I only slept three very fitful hours. All I managed to get today was writing flap copy for Bright Dear Star for Bill at SubPress. But given how much I hate writing flap copy, I might have done worse. I just have to do better tomorrow.
The afternoon's film was Ridley Scott's The Martian (2015). I greatly enjoy this film, even if it is clueless about the physics of Martian duststorms.
Today's photo, below, is a belated birthday shot of Selwyn, from yesterday. He says he had a pretty good birthday.
And, of course, I have one of those on the 26th, the terrifying -0 birthday. I do have an Amazon wishlist if anyone's so disposed. Distractions are always welcome.
And there's the shop. There is always the shop.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:51 p.m.