Stuff I Did Today:
I went to work. It was dull, but we actually made some money so I could justify my presence there. Hooray.
Then I came home and signed up to be typed for bone marrow donation:
The Marrowthon
Between June 8-22 the first 46,000 volunteers can sign up to be a bone marrow donor for free, ONLINE. I'm supposed to get a testing kit or whatever in the mail in a few days. I just have to swab my mouth and send it back - those cells are enough for them to figure out if I'm a potential donor, and then things get more complicated, like blood tests, etc.
Apparently roughly 1 in 200 volunteers ends up donating.
All told, volunteering will probably take a total of 15-20 minutes, and it was free! But if you want to donate money, they estimate it takes about $100 to get people tested and into the database.
Then I went and took pictures of Jay's book in a tree.
I originally intended on also being upside down in the tree. Unfortunately, I am kind of too fat and out of shape for that. The first tree's branches were too thick for me to try being upside down. We found some slightly better trees, but I discovered that I really can't climb trees like I used to. Then I tripped and a rock fell on my ankle, because it's not an adventure if nobody gets killed maimed slightly injured.
See also: http://csinman.livejournal.com/87772.html
***
Oh dear, and now the reality check time.
I haven't been writing nearly enough. Part of this is depression, yes, the 'crawls into the funky furrows in your brainparts' kind, the 'things aren't that bad for me, I'm just in a phase of my life that is transitory' kind, the 'why did I get up this morning' kind. Yes, boo-hoo. My brain is moving superslow or time is moving superfast, but I don't honestly know where time goes. Time is accelerating, I am left behind.
Sean requested wordcount bar updates. Well, they look a lot like the last ones, and that's embarrassing.
"IHMWTEMTIHTNI"
Smoke looks about the same. I'm not really sure what happened to the past month. I need some kind of crazy motivational scheme. That way, even if at the end of the day I'm depressed and the books suck, they'll be finished crappy books instead of crappy books eating their way out through my skull.
Then I came home and signed up to be typed for bone marrow donation:
The Marrowthon
Between June 8-22 the first 46,000 volunteers can sign up to be a bone marrow donor for free, ONLINE. I'm supposed to get a testing kit or whatever in the mail in a few days. I just have to swab my mouth and send it back - those cells are enough for them to figure out if I'm a potential donor, and then things get more complicated, like blood tests, etc.
Apparently roughly 1 in 200 volunteers ends up donating.
All told, volunteering will probably take a total of 15-20 minutes, and it was free! But if you want to donate money, they estimate it takes about $100 to get people tested and into the database.
Then I went and took pictures of Jay's book in a tree.
I originally intended on also being upside down in the tree. Unfortunately, I am kind of too fat and out of shape for that. The first tree's branches were too thick for me to try being upside down. We found some slightly better trees, but I discovered that I really can't climb trees like I used to. Then I tripped and a rock fell on my ankle, because it's not an adventure if nobody gets killed maimed slightly injured.
See also: http://csinman.livejournal.com/87772.html
***
Oh dear, and now the reality check time.
I haven't been writing nearly enough. Part of this is depression, yes, the 'crawls into the funky furrows in your brainparts' kind, the 'things aren't that bad for me, I'm just in a phase of my life that is transitory' kind, the 'why did I get up this morning' kind. Yes, boo-hoo. My brain is moving superslow or time is moving superfast, but I don't honestly know where time goes. Time is accelerating, I am left behind.
Sean requested wordcount bar updates. Well, they look a lot like the last ones, and that's embarrassing.
"IHMWTEMTIHTNI"
Smoke looks about the same. I'm not really sure what happened to the past month. I need some kind of crazy motivational scheme. That way, even if at the end of the day I'm depressed and the books suck, they'll be finished crappy books instead of crappy books eating their way out through my skull.