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Apr. 2nd, 2015 12:24 amWHEE IT IS LATE AND I AM TIRED!
But here's some good things:
First good thing: I wrote my words every day in February. Some of them were sortof exhausted bullshit cheater days, which is what happens when I write my words intermixed with actively falling asleep, but on the whole, I am quite proud of that particular record. It's been way too long since I could say I actually made every day in a month.
(Dear 750words: Why the fuck have you gotten rid of the Eternity tab. That was useful, and important and told me how many words I had pumped into your site. Now all I know is that it's "somewhat more than a million".)
Second good thing: I went to Highland dance for the first time in approximately eight weeks. The first six of those were because _snow_. Two weeks ago, I was desperately sick and knew better than to go exhaust myself with Highland. Last week, I had an Exec meeting. I did...way better than expected, and definitely have not forgotten how to do the Fling or the Sword Dance, and that's a pretty great thing.
I am two weeks behind on learning the shuffle step, and the sequence is _kicking my ass_ (assemble, lift behind, move to front, step, close, shuffle x4). I will have to practice or whatever. But for now I rest my legs.
Third good thing: My friend Scott is more or less the greatest. He is also an expert at bicycles, and so he was willing to ride out to a strange garage in the middle of nowhere (see also: Narwhal Promenade1) and examine my bicycle and tell me how fucked I am. He is also the greatest because after I go and buy some things (on his say-so), he is going to [help me/] strip my bicycle down and replace various bits that I have no idea how to replace, like the cassette.
Fourth good thing: Coming home from bike-examinations, I took a wrong turn and found myself starting to walk through a graveyard.
Now, I spent like an hour this afternoon reading creepypasta stories, because of course I did, and so there was a very conscious decision to be made as to whether or not I would keep walking through the graveyard. Ultimately, I decided to wander the long path (I mostly knew where I needed to come out, I just didn't know if fences and graves would be in the way) alone, late at night, betwixt the graves.
After all, it's not the dead I'm scared of, it's the living. Just to be on the safe side though, I set my music to loud and my psychic residue to "wouldn't it be awesome if all you ghosts were having a mad rad dance party?"
It felt brave, and good.
Fifth good thing: mini-date with mek! Watchin' Elementary and falling asleep, because it's me. Yay!!
Sixth good thing: Not actually my good thing to share, so I won't yet, but someone I love very much called me with a really exciting and lovely piece of news, and I am proud of them.
I think that's a good place to stop for the night. I wrote most of my post about pronouns last night, I'll try posting that tomorrow if I can.
(tomorrow I do not have dancing plans, just go to work, go to the dentist, go home and lounge and maybe do some laundry or room cleaning if I'm *really* impressive. I am quite looking forward to the change of pace.)
~Sor
MOOP!
1: The spiritual successor to Dinosaur Sashay, which was the house I lived in before I lived in Abbess Radcliffe's Sanctuary for the Encouragement of Sin.
But here's some good things:
First good thing: I wrote my words every day in February. Some of them were sortof exhausted bullshit cheater days, which is what happens when I write my words intermixed with actively falling asleep, but on the whole, I am quite proud of that particular record. It's been way too long since I could say I actually made every day in a month.
(Dear 750words: Why the fuck have you gotten rid of the Eternity tab. That was useful, and important and told me how many words I had pumped into your site. Now all I know is that it's "somewhat more than a million".)
Second good thing: I went to Highland dance for the first time in approximately eight weeks. The first six of those were because _snow_. Two weeks ago, I was desperately sick and knew better than to go exhaust myself with Highland. Last week, I had an Exec meeting. I did...way better than expected, and definitely have not forgotten how to do the Fling or the Sword Dance, and that's a pretty great thing.
I am two weeks behind on learning the shuffle step, and the sequence is _kicking my ass_ (assemble, lift behind, move to front, step, close, shuffle x4). I will have to practice or whatever. But for now I rest my legs.
Third good thing: My friend Scott is more or less the greatest. He is also an expert at bicycles, and so he was willing to ride out to a strange garage in the middle of nowhere (see also: Narwhal Promenade1) and examine my bicycle and tell me how fucked I am. He is also the greatest because after I go and buy some things (on his say-so), he is going to [help me/] strip my bicycle down and replace various bits that I have no idea how to replace, like the cassette.
Fourth good thing: Coming home from bike-examinations, I took a wrong turn and found myself starting to walk through a graveyard.
Now, I spent like an hour this afternoon reading creepypasta stories, because of course I did, and so there was a very conscious decision to be made as to whether or not I would keep walking through the graveyard. Ultimately, I decided to wander the long path (I mostly knew where I needed to come out, I just didn't know if fences and graves would be in the way) alone, late at night, betwixt the graves.
After all, it's not the dead I'm scared of, it's the living. Just to be on the safe side though, I set my music to loud and my psychic residue to "wouldn't it be awesome if all you ghosts were having a mad rad dance party?"
It felt brave, and good.
Fifth good thing: mini-date with mek! Watchin' Elementary and falling asleep, because it's me. Yay!!
Sixth good thing: Not actually my good thing to share, so I won't yet, but someone I love very much called me with a really exciting and lovely piece of news, and I am proud of them.
I think that's a good place to stop for the night. I wrote most of my post about pronouns last night, I'll try posting that tomorrow if I can.
(tomorrow I do not have dancing plans, just go to work, go to the dentist, go home and lounge and maybe do some laundry or room cleaning if I'm *really* impressive. I am quite looking forward to the change of pace.)
~Sor
MOOP!
1: The spiritual successor to Dinosaur Sashay, which was the house I lived in before I lived in Abbess Radcliffe's Sanctuary for the Encouragement of Sin.