Silkie is an excellent research assistant. *laugh* Thanks, Silkie. :) Dithering about whether or not I want to take a 6 week life drawing class over at Blaine’s, the local art shop. It might be fun! Or I might lame on it and stop going after a couple weeks. Dither dither. What do my gentle readers think? :) I was going to say something else, but I’ve forgotten what. In fact, the bit about the drawing class was going to be secondary to the other thing. Hrm. Oh well!
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Apparently I shoulda gotten up to write this morning, as I just noticed I’m 1300 words away from 30K. But, well, I didn’t, and now I have a headache. *futzes around* Guess I’ll post this. Not much to report this morning. :)
whoosh
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*.