There's no time to fall to pieces.
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leahbobetAugust 27, 2009 Progress Notes:
Saturnalia
Words today: 1000.
Words total: 11,400.
Reason for stopping: Sleeping half the day or not, I should go to bed. Ugh.
Darling du Jour: It was inevitable. You do not teach a thing hunger, teach a thing to feed from your hand, and expect it to leave you an elbow.
Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names: The band name Zeke and Gregory have been gigging under; the somewhat tragic singer of Gregory's old band.
Mean Things: Gregory's getting a little territorial. And to be fair, this is not a part of his life where Zeke's ever stuck his nose before, so that there are going to be hurt feelings on all sides shortly is probably a foregone conclusion. Also, in the past/future, someone's arm just got munched off.
Books in progress: Daniel Rabuzzi, The Choir Boats; Catherine Bush, Minus Time.
The glamour: Home sick today with a head cold, which I have chased up into my sinuses from my throat and hopefully cornered there for a fatal last stand. Nonetheless, feeling woozy and stupid most of the day (when I wasn't sleeping), which meant I mostly sat in my pajamas, watched Hustle, and worked on my socks, which are just about at the point where I need to start the heel.
I'm actually shocked I had enough brain in me to spit this out, but I've been getting behind this week, so it's for the best.
Most likely, more mainlining soup, more socks, more Mickey Bricks, and more sleeping like a rock tomorrow, since I'm spending my sick days like they're going out of style. I'd just better not get swine flu between now and December.
Saturnalia
Words today: 1000.
Words total: 11,400.
Reason for stopping: Sleeping half the day or not, I should go to bed. Ugh.
Darling du Jour: It was inevitable. You do not teach a thing hunger, teach a thing to feed from your hand, and expect it to leave you an elbow.
Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names: The band name Zeke and Gregory have been gigging under; the somewhat tragic singer of Gregory's old band.
Mean Things: Gregory's getting a little territorial. And to be fair, this is not a part of his life where Zeke's ever stuck his nose before, so that there are going to be hurt feelings on all sides shortly is probably a foregone conclusion. Also, in the past/future, someone's arm just got munched off.
Books in progress: Daniel Rabuzzi, The Choir Boats; Catherine Bush, Minus Time.
The glamour: Home sick today with a head cold, which I have chased up into my sinuses from my throat and hopefully cornered there for a fatal last stand. Nonetheless, feeling woozy and stupid most of the day (when I wasn't sleeping), which meant I mostly sat in my pajamas, watched Hustle, and worked on my socks, which are just about at the point where I need to start the heel.
I'm actually shocked I had enough brain in me to spit this out, but I've been getting behind this week, so it's for the best.
Most likely, more mainlining soup, more socks, more Mickey Bricks, and more sleeping like a rock tomorrow, since I'm spending my sick days like they're going out of style. I'd just better not get swine flu between now and December.
