I have a Superman t-shirt with the big S on the front. I’ve also got a Batman t-shirt. I feel…somewhat self-conscious wearing these shirts in this country (particularly the Superman one, because it is So! Blue! and So! Red! and So! Yellow!), because people (especially women) don’t seem to wear these sorts of things here. However. Last time I wore the Batman t-shirt, as we were getting off the train, a two year old boy in front of us looked back at me from his father’s arms and started bouncing…
the damage [ww lock]
I told myself I didn’t have to get back on the scale until the 25th as long as I ate well during the four weeks after Christmas. Well, I didn’t really eat that well, but I didn’t get on the scale until today anyway. The damage was not as bad as I feared. I have not eaten well…well. Honestly, I didn’t eat especially well for pretty much all of 2006. I started out sick and hungry (which is somewhat unusual; usually I lose my appetite when I’m sick) and I…
nattering
Fuh. Ree. Zing. Five mile walk did me much good, but my hands apparently got colder than I realized and still hain’t warmed up. Still, it was really gorgeous out and I’m very glad I went for a walk. I feel better. I’ve got to just do that in the morning, I think. Blood stirring and all that. Stir stir stir. I keep waking up at 6:30 anyway. Perhaps I should just convince myself to get out of bed then. I don’t know how to *do* that, mind you, short…
that’s it, charlie.
1100 words. Screw it; I’m going for a nice long walk. It’s a beautiful day and I’m not spending any more of it at the keyboard. The exercise will almost certainly do me good, anyway, and might help to focus my little tiny mind a bit more. ytd wordcount: 20,000
missy whiny butt
Couple days ago was writing huge copious amounts (7300 word days, stuff like that) and said god how she wished she knew she could turn that on, since there were a hell of a lot of days where a thousand words was like pulling teeth. And right now I’m sitting here at Nook listening to Bon Jovi and not starting words on HoCH, which is the project du jour. I literally stopped mid-sentence yesterday. I have a pretty good idea of how the sentence ends. But I’ve been dicking around…