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On Monday, all three lifts at work were broken for the majority of the day. I walked down all twelve flights, over to Fisherman's Table on Oriental Parade and back again, and up all twelve flights of stairs.
On Tuesday, I played in my first game of Ultimate Frisbee since Febuary.
Today I ache.
I'm starting to get used to my hair. I don't miss much of the length, but I do miss some of it. It could do with another couple of inches on the end. Just enough so that when I plait it, it doesn't automatically fall out again five minutes later. This style seems designed to wear loose, and loose is one way I have never consistently worn my hair (except when it was too short to do anything with), because I always tucked it behind my ears and got sore ears (from the last few days I know this still hasn't changed). I daresay I shall get more used to it, but I imagine it's going to take some experimentation before I find ways of regularly wearing it that look good, because I haven't had layers for even longer than I had it cut, and I can't remember what one does with layers.
We did groceries today, so we actually have food in the house that we don't have to make properly at the moment. It's lovely. Also bought the cat a catnip mouse, but she's off being psycho somewhere, and isn't interested.
Have been reading John C. Wright's latest book today, Orphans of Chaos, and just like Mists of Everness was, it is slightly more comprehensible than the last one he wrote was. Don't get me wrong, the Golden Transcendence trilogy is on my reread list at some point; it's just majorly fucked, and the first one is probably the screwiest book I've ever read. Orphans of Chaos probably made a bit more sense to me because I have a background in Classical mythology, and while all his books tend to use this, this one it's more... blatant? obvious? traditional? Something like that.
There were some scenes in it that made me uncomfortable, even though I knew, towards the end that it was an implanted behaviour. Still didn't make me any more comfortable. Mind, I doubt they made the character at all comfortable, either. Still couldn't really predict any of it, but I knew what was going on, as opposed to The Golden Age, where I kinda guessed. Would definitely read the sequel Fugitives of Chaos.
I should make a My Brain Hurts icon. Instead, I'll think about pretty books.
...it'd probably help if I was a lot better at philosophy by maths and physics and geometry. My brain just doesn't comprehend a fourth dimension. I can't even explain what I don't get about it. All of it, probably.
On Tuesday, I played in my first game of Ultimate Frisbee since Febuary.
Today I ache.
I'm starting to get used to my hair. I don't miss much of the length, but I do miss some of it. It could do with another couple of inches on the end. Just enough so that when I plait it, it doesn't automatically fall out again five minutes later. This style seems designed to wear loose, and loose is one way I have never consistently worn my hair (except when it was too short to do anything with), because I always tucked it behind my ears and got sore ears (from the last few days I know this still hasn't changed). I daresay I shall get more used to it, but I imagine it's going to take some experimentation before I find ways of regularly wearing it that look good, because I haven't had layers for even longer than I had it cut, and I can't remember what one does with layers.
We did groceries today, so we actually have food in the house that we don't have to make properly at the moment. It's lovely. Also bought the cat a catnip mouse, but she's off being psycho somewhere, and isn't interested.
Have been reading John C. Wright's latest book today, Orphans of Chaos, and just like Mists of Everness was, it is slightly more comprehensible than the last one he wrote was. Don't get me wrong, the Golden Transcendence trilogy is on my reread list at some point; it's just majorly fucked, and the first one is probably the screwiest book I've ever read. Orphans of Chaos probably made a bit more sense to me because I have a background in Classical mythology, and while all his books tend to use this, this one it's more... blatant? obvious? traditional? Something like that.
There were some scenes in it that made me uncomfortable, even though I knew, towards the end that it was an implanted behaviour. Still didn't make me any more comfortable. Mind, I doubt they made the character at all comfortable, either. Still couldn't really predict any of it, but I knew what was going on, as opposed to The Golden Age, where I kinda guessed. Would definitely read the sequel Fugitives of Chaos.
I should make a My Brain Hurts icon. Instead, I'll think about pretty books.
...it'd probably help if I was a lot better at philosophy by maths and physics and geometry. My brain just doesn't comprehend a fourth dimension. I can't even explain what I don't get about it. All of it, probably.