Shaped like a laughing Buddha with a defective hip
Did some more work on the Bes mask at last - Sunday was spent at D&D, Monday I can't remember a damn thing about really, Tuesday I woke up in horrific pain, took a bath, and went back to sleep, so today was probably my first good day to work anyway. Mostly just cleanup and fixing some undercuts. I think I have achieved basically done, which is good.
Life would be easier if there were fewer positions where I immediately collapse in a weird heap because it feels like my pelvis is falling apart. Yes, relaxin is my friend for the impending expulsion of the parasite (who should really stop trying to pry off my bottommost right rib, which, as brooksmoses points out, is probably too late to be used in proper new-human construction), but the 'my hips have come undone! my hips have come undone!' sensation is quite alarming. Especially when it leaves me stranded on my back and flailing like an upended box turtle.
I keep wanting to write things and having no competence to do so. This is kind of frustrating on a lot of levels - I can do ... light stuff, but the gnawful things I want to do and/or the progression-on-writing-work things I want to do elude me entirely. I did get some stuff done for pre-baby arrival preparation, but that was mostly transcription.
Have been following miscellaneous post-Readercon discussions with raised eyebrow, mostly; about 85% bemused and distant perspective on my own issues with fandom and 15% "Gee, I know Eric Van from completely different directions."
I find myself bemused that it appears that thewronghands's sex posts make me want to talk about religion and religion posts make me want to talk about sex.
I have drunk so much milk recently that I am beginning to be actively displeased by dairy. This is ... really, really disturbing. But teinedreugan got me a little bottle of apple juice, which helped.
I need to find my kyphi stash.
Oh yeah. Monday I watched Into the Woods because I needed it. For reasons I cannot articulate in the slightest.
Life would be easier if there were fewer positions where I immediately collapse in a weird heap because it feels like my pelvis is falling apart. Yes, relaxin is my friend for the impending expulsion of the parasite (who should really stop trying to pry off my bottommost right rib, which, as brooksmoses points out, is probably too late to be used in proper new-human construction), but the 'my hips have come undone! my hips have come undone!' sensation is quite alarming. Especially when it leaves me stranded on my back and flailing like an upended box turtle.
I keep wanting to write things and having no competence to do so. This is kind of frustrating on a lot of levels - I can do ... light stuff, but the gnawful things I want to do and/or the progression-on-writing-work things I want to do elude me entirely. I did get some stuff done for pre-baby arrival preparation, but that was mostly transcription.
Have been following miscellaneous post-Readercon discussions with raised eyebrow, mostly; about 85% bemused and distant perspective on my own issues with fandom and 15% "Gee, I know Eric Van from completely different directions."
I find myself bemused that it appears that thewronghands's sex posts make me want to talk about religion and religion posts make me want to talk about sex.
I have drunk so much milk recently that I am beginning to be actively displeased by dairy. This is ... really, really disturbing. But teinedreugan got me a little bottle of apple juice, which helped.
I need to find my kyphi stash.
Oh yeah. Monday I watched Into the Woods because I needed it. For reasons I cannot articulate in the slightest.