a matter of time
"There's a hand rail," they said. "It'll help you keep your balance," they said.
The hand rail did not help me keep my balance. The hand rail dug into my forearm and gave me a two-inch gash and splinters as I fell down the stairs.
It was overdue. I've been living here since July and hadn't fallen down those steps yet. I suppose I fell down ten of them, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I'm still left with a sore bottom, an aching side, pulled muscles in my chest, this arm gash, and a swollen wrist. As far as Cursed Name related injuries go, it's not so bad. I still have holes in my leg from taking a header downtown in September. I still have that elbow thing from falling down the stairs at the old house a couple years ago. It is what it is. In the grand scheme of things, this goes down as Irritating But Not As Bad As It Could Be. I do wish my wrist was more mobile. It aches like a teenage boy's.
So tonight I laughed myself breathless. Or, rather, Angus the gnome caused me to laugh until I was breathless. I was snort-laughing so hard that I couldn't get air. I thought I was going to throw up. It was wonderful to laugh.
I had soda. It was a good idea in the short-term: not enough sleep, feeling seizure-y, was going to be driving, &c. Long-term: will make me not get enough sleep, which will in turn make me feel seizure-y. I don't have anywhere to go tomorrow, though. I hope to get work done on my Padme costume. Just over a month!
I'm hosting my first game of Mafia. I'm terribly anxious. I nearly had a panic attack on the way home from D&D. What if I missed a PM? What if I accidentally sent someone the wrong role? What if I suck at this? I had to talk aloud to myself and do radical acceptance. I'm typically good at radical acceptance. Traffic? I can't make cars go faster; radical acceptance. Someone hit my car? It wasn't on purpose, and I don't have a magic car-fixing wand; radical acceptance. Radically accepting a possibility is really difficult. *inhale through the nose* Even if you did something wrong *exhale through the mouth* you can't change it until you get home. Radical acceptance. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Well, someone had hit a skunk. "In through the nose" became a little... tangy? Any Southerner worth their salt can breathe skunk, though. It's just something that's always been there.
I'm doing a version of NaNoWriMo that is far more relaxed. It's for the Anthology. RFFA Finish Your Fics- ReyloWriMo. I set myself a monthly goal of 8000 words. My start is not auspicious, but I'm relatively confident I can do it. There's also Reylo NaNoWriMo, which is run by different people and has a different goal.
Fuuuuuuuuuu my wrist hurts.
The hand rail did not help me keep my balance. The hand rail dug into my forearm and gave me a two-inch gash and splinters as I fell down the stairs.
It was overdue. I've been living here since July and hadn't fallen down those steps yet. I suppose I fell down ten of them, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I'm still left with a sore bottom, an aching side, pulled muscles in my chest, this arm gash, and a swollen wrist. As far as Cursed Name related injuries go, it's not so bad. I still have holes in my leg from taking a header downtown in September. I still have that elbow thing from falling down the stairs at the old house a couple years ago. It is what it is. In the grand scheme of things, this goes down as Irritating But Not As Bad As It Could Be. I do wish my wrist was more mobile. It aches like a teenage boy's.
So tonight I laughed myself breathless. Or, rather, Angus the gnome caused me to laugh until I was breathless. I was snort-laughing so hard that I couldn't get air. I thought I was going to throw up. It was wonderful to laugh.
I had soda. It was a good idea in the short-term: not enough sleep, feeling seizure-y, was going to be driving, &c. Long-term: will make me not get enough sleep, which will in turn make me feel seizure-y. I don't have anywhere to go tomorrow, though. I hope to get work done on my Padme costume. Just over a month!
I'm hosting my first game of Mafia. I'm terribly anxious. I nearly had a panic attack on the way home from D&D. What if I missed a PM? What if I accidentally sent someone the wrong role? What if I suck at this? I had to talk aloud to myself and do radical acceptance. I'm typically good at radical acceptance. Traffic? I can't make cars go faster; radical acceptance. Someone hit my car? It wasn't on purpose, and I don't have a magic car-fixing wand; radical acceptance. Radically accepting a possibility is really difficult. *inhale through the nose* Even if you did something wrong *exhale through the mouth* you can't change it until you get home. Radical acceptance. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Well, someone had hit a skunk. "In through the nose" became a little... tangy? Any Southerner worth their salt can breathe skunk, though. It's just something that's always been there.
I'm doing a version of NaNoWriMo that is far more relaxed. It's for the Anthology. RFFA Finish Your Fics- ReyloWriMo. I set myself a monthly goal of 8000 words. My start is not auspicious, but I'm relatively confident I can do it. There's also Reylo NaNoWriMo, which is run by different people and has a different goal.
Fuuuuuuuuuu my wrist hurts.