Ok, so I went to the gym anyway. And the weight room was closed! But I had 100 minutes or so before Ted was due to come pick me up! So I walked! And then Dad arrived! So we walked! And we discovered (well, it was a discovery to ME; Dad knew about them) MORE HALLS for walking! So now my circuit is 1.25 miles instead of .8 miles! So I walked 4.5 miles! My feet hurt! And I wrote 450 words on TQB. Go me! ytd wordcount: 28,700 miles…
psychological warfare
~o Every single night, the same arrangement I go out and fight the fight o~ I’m supposed to go to the gym tonight. The prospect fills me with doom and gloom. Not for any sensible reason, because I know I’ll feel better after going, but *whiiiiiiiine*. I don’t *waaaaant* to. And it’s really tiresome to go through this same mental process every time I think about going to the gym. I donno how to reboot it, though. It’s not quite as bad when I get into the habit, which I’m…
duh
Duh. I remembered at about 12:30 that Ted had said he had a meeting today, although he hadn’t said what time it was. I stopped waiting for him to come home so I could have lunch with him, and just nuked some potato chowder. Which is still *extremely* good. And I had a couple cookies for dessert. So *there*.
food
I want to eat a lot, today. It’s not that I’m particularly hungry. I’m bored. I had an apple. It wasn’t inspiring. I’ve drunk water. Also lacking in the inspiration department. I had breakfast at 8, and that was fine, but now what I really want is, like… fudge. A lot of fudge. The good news is I haven’t got any, so I can’t eat any, but man. :P I haven’t started eating cookies, because they’re not really what I want, but … :P Just :P
thunderbird falls
TB is really starting to come together. Which is good, y’know, what with being 60,000 words into it. But it really is. This morning I was able to work in a bit that’s INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT to the story, and I’d been worried about pulling it off for, well, the entire book so far, but Sarah’s idea from last week or whenever it was has given me sufficient clarity that although this INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT bit isn’t directly related to her idea, apparently her idea has given me sufficient confidence with *that*…