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I watched all my youtubes last night and then fell asleep around 3:30am. I woke up when the dog woke me at 2pm. I fed him and then tried to find something to feed myself and wound up with cheez-its. I read LJ and DW, for the first time in like 3 days because I've been dysfunctional. So there was a lot of reading to do. So then when I finished that I went back to bed even though I only had 40 minutes before my alarm was set to go off.
My alarm went off and I went to the pool. I was 15 minutes early, but Donna was already there, bouncing around and waiting for me. We walked and talked and made faces at a couple who were doing some R rated things in the pool (and excuse you, there are children. You really need to get arrested for some of that shit). The lifeguard was watching them with his jaw hanging open and not looking at the gaggle of kids who were jumping onto kickboards and then falling backwards, narrowly missing hitting their heads on the wall of the pool. I'm pretty sure the lifeguard is going to wank to their memory tonight instead of telling them that that was inappropriate behavior in a public place.
I came home and ordered Arby's and then caught up with RN while I waited for it. I was too whelmed to deal with sitting in the kitchen like a grown up so I ate on the couch and fed my dogs some of the burnt fries. After dinner I spent my time talking to Kali and Sarah. Eventually I took a shower because my head was starting to itch and honestly I don't think I've had one since Russia invaded Ukraine. It was just as awful as I thought it was going to be, but at least it is warm enough that my house isn't cold and I can be wet without freezing to death.
I spent the next hour faffing around the internet, from RN to FB to chat with Kali and Sarah. I somehow missed 10pm. I remember looking at my clock at 9:30pm and thinking "oh I still have half an hour" but then I don't know how it wound up at 10:15 a short time later.
At any rate, I accomplished next to nothing today. No reading, no cleaning, nothing. Well, a small amount of art. But otherwise nothing. I feel bad about this, since it didn't start out as a bad day. It wasn't really a bad day, I just didn't manage to convince myself to do anything with it. I don't know.
I managed to not fall behind on my monthly writing goals, despite the very short entry yesterday by writing a letter to Nat and then writing about 100 words of free writing. It was painful. I kept having to look and see how many words I had and if I finally had enough. It seems like a lot. But is really so little.
Tomorrow is book club and we are discussing The Ladies Auxiliary which I enjoyed, and plan to write fanfic for for April Camp. If I bother with April Camp. Valerie and I haven't said anything about any plans for Camp, and I'm pretty much done with NaNo overall, so not feeling like putting much effort into it. I do have several short stories lined up to write that are fanfic for this book, though, so maybe I'll bother to write something. I don't think I'm going to push for 50k though. I don't even know that I'm going to push for 50k in November.
If I do write these short stories and post them on AO3, it will be the second fandom I've originated on there, and the second fandom where I (still) have the only work. Talk about small fandoms. Sighs. The other one still only has 21 hits and no kudos. So, uh. Yeah. It's a lonely, lonely world for me on AO3. I wonder how things become popular on there. I mean there are things that weren't even all that popular when they were on TV that have large communities on AO3. But here's me like "I really like this thing. And I am apparently the only one on earth that does."
It's going to be a sad week for Reading Wednesday. I don't think I've read a single page of a single book this week. There's some chance I will tomorrow and Wednesday, but almost no chance of Tuesday. So hopefully I don't sink into the depths of despair, or some kind of crazy land, or anything else, and manage to get something read. Even if it's just one day. Or a couple of books. Do something even though it's a crap week.
Sunday I have tickets to the immersive Van Gogh exhibit. Mom said it was amazing when she and my father went, so I'm hoping I enjoy it. I'm not necessarily into visual art that much, but then neither is my mother, so we'll see.
My alarm went off and I went to the pool. I was 15 minutes early, but Donna was already there, bouncing around and waiting for me. We walked and talked and made faces at a couple who were doing some R rated things in the pool (and excuse you, there are children. You really need to get arrested for some of that shit). The lifeguard was watching them with his jaw hanging open and not looking at the gaggle of kids who were jumping onto kickboards and then falling backwards, narrowly missing hitting their heads on the wall of the pool. I'm pretty sure the lifeguard is going to wank to their memory tonight instead of telling them that that was inappropriate behavior in a public place.
I came home and ordered Arby's and then caught up with RN while I waited for it. I was too whelmed to deal with sitting in the kitchen like a grown up so I ate on the couch and fed my dogs some of the burnt fries. After dinner I spent my time talking to Kali and Sarah. Eventually I took a shower because my head was starting to itch and honestly I don't think I've had one since Russia invaded Ukraine. It was just as awful as I thought it was going to be, but at least it is warm enough that my house isn't cold and I can be wet without freezing to death.
I spent the next hour faffing around the internet, from RN to FB to chat with Kali and Sarah. I somehow missed 10pm. I remember looking at my clock at 9:30pm and thinking "oh I still have half an hour" but then I don't know how it wound up at 10:15 a short time later.
At any rate, I accomplished next to nothing today. No reading, no cleaning, nothing. Well, a small amount of art. But otherwise nothing. I feel bad about this, since it didn't start out as a bad day. It wasn't really a bad day, I just didn't manage to convince myself to do anything with it. I don't know.
I managed to not fall behind on my monthly writing goals, despite the very short entry yesterday by writing a letter to Nat and then writing about 100 words of free writing. It was painful. I kept having to look and see how many words I had and if I finally had enough. It seems like a lot. But is really so little.
Tomorrow is book club and we are discussing The Ladies Auxiliary which I enjoyed, and plan to write fanfic for for April Camp. If I bother with April Camp. Valerie and I haven't said anything about any plans for Camp, and I'm pretty much done with NaNo overall, so not feeling like putting much effort into it. I do have several short stories lined up to write that are fanfic for this book, though, so maybe I'll bother to write something. I don't think I'm going to push for 50k though. I don't even know that I'm going to push for 50k in November.
If I do write these short stories and post them on AO3, it will be the second fandom I've originated on there, and the second fandom where I (still) have the only work. Talk about small fandoms. Sighs. The other one still only has 21 hits and no kudos. So, uh. Yeah. It's a lonely, lonely world for me on AO3. I wonder how things become popular on there. I mean there are things that weren't even all that popular when they were on TV that have large communities on AO3. But here's me like "I really like this thing. And I am apparently the only one on earth that does."
It's going to be a sad week for Reading Wednesday. I don't think I've read a single page of a single book this week. There's some chance I will tomorrow and Wednesday, but almost no chance of Tuesday. So hopefully I don't sink into the depths of despair, or some kind of crazy land, or anything else, and manage to get something read. Even if it's just one day. Or a couple of books. Do something even though it's a crap week.
Sunday I have tickets to the immersive Van Gogh exhibit. Mom said it was amazing when she and my father went, so I'm hoping I enjoy it. I'm not necessarily into visual art that much, but then neither is my mother, so we'll see.