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As you know, I ate baby spinach 48 hours ago and I should have experienced...

MASSIVE INTESTINAL DISTRESS

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But no. I didn't. I sailed through the day with no sickness. No upset. Not even a liquid fart.

Not, as Bluebottle was wont to say, a sausage.

Either I can consume baby spinach without much trouble or... I could finally be past my previous troubles with the entire subgroup of foods.

I don't want to point to keto being that miraculous, but... This was a lifelong thing. Like, literally from birth. I could never digest that stuff without trouble.

Then again, I managed to get stung by a bee and live to tell the tale a while ago, so...

I don't even know.

Things be weird.

50% Battery

This weekend was a little more crowded than I like. Mayhem's birthday and associated running around. Mayhem's work and the resultant Leyland's Tour.

I didn't get as much nothing done as I wanted. So my internal reserves are less than I like. And face it, I gorged on No-No food all weekend.

My will check will be passing on all the leftover carbage in the house which includes one of my hardy perennial weaknesses - Fry's Turkish Delight. My other weaknesses are

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FUBAR'ed Again

Mayhem re-scheduled a make-up day to today so he could have his birthday. Fine. I made plans to drop him off at the train station so he could get there and get back.

Snag one: After taking literally two short trips inside city limits, he has somehow spent $35 of the $45 he had on his transit card.

Snag two: There are no trains today.

After turning the air blue, I drive back to the train station, set up the GPS, and

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Good News?

Mayhem managed to swing his birthday off for a make-up day at work. He's going tomorrow.

Which means we're all going bifdy shopping together. Hooray.

Which means I have about two hours to do my work before my time is no longer my own.

And the focus capabilities of a concussed whelk.

I need good luck.

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I Just Wanna Goof Off

What I gotta do:

  • This blog
  • Instant story
  • 1000 words so I can get up to 15K in B'Nar
  • Figure out and obtain a birthmas gift for Mayhem

What I want to do:

  • Space out
  • Play games
  • Watch/listen to Critical Role
  • Sleep more

Not only did I stay up later than normal, last night, but I'm also battling the "nobody wants me" worm-eatin' blues. All because the publishing house I sent Adapting to has not yet got back to me about

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Back and Forth

Mayhem's digestive issues are... intermittent. I'm pretty much convinced it isn't the gallbladder any more. And since he's eating meat again without trouble, I can guess that the Gold Coin Grass did its job and last week's flare-up was probably the Ekka Bug.

Fingers crossed.

We'll find out sometime next week whether or not this is going to be a regular thing. At least this time Beloved is in on the loop and (hopefully) won't yell at me for taking Mayhem's word

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Welp. That's Me Fucked Up

It's already Wedensday and the odds of me working on SESP at all are... low.

And I really need to look after myself rather than fret about what I'm not doing.

BUT....

Because anxiety, I gotta fret anyway. Which drains the personal batteries. Which leaves me less energy for doing the thing. Which lowers the odds of thing-doing even further. Which increases the guilt for not doing the thing.

::Windmills of Your Mind plays in the background::

I need permission to just

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Stop Hitting Myself...

Another crowded day ahead.

  • The usual morning blogging and story rigmarole
  • Meeting with Chaos' teacher in an hour and a half
  • Gotta secure some supplies
  • The usual novel stuff
  • Patreon Tuesday
  • Find time and energy for an hour of SESP
  • Drive away the guilt for not being able to do so yesterday

All I want to do, on the other hand, is catch up with Critical Role and finish writing a whump fic.

Maybe after I finish B'Nar [in a little under

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Another Monday

Another brat run. Another money dash. Another cleaning day.

Another start on another 3K in a novel.

Another week of just wanting to slob out and do nothing and not worry about shit. But worrying anyway because chronic anxiety just won't quit.

Another week of fighting depression because my Beloved is busy and we hardly talk/hug at the moment and... ugh.

And this week, I'm planning to take an hour to work on SESP so I can maybe have a hope

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Oh dear...

I had a nice day of sloth. Alas, it got a little ruined by the fact that Mayhem's tummy troubles have returned and I never did see that higher-level quack about the magic medicine(tm).

Which Beloved yelled at me about.

Nevermind that Mayhem was effectively cured for a fucking fortnight. Or said he was cured.

The caveat to this is that the higher-level quack doesn't like operating outside of school hours, so it'll be a couple of weeks until we get

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Laze Ethic

There needs to be an opposite of a work ethic. That's the one I'm going with for now. It's where you purposely make time to slob around and do just the things that make you feel better.

Be that a gigantic bubble bath, a day of trash TV and worse food, or a day of retail therapy. Or a wine and karaoke night. Whatever. You take that entire day and enjoy it and don't think about work because you freaking earned this.

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Friday Fun

Mayhem has new travel arrangements. He's riding as far as Beloved's work, and then catching public transit the rest of the way to the new digs in Toowong. Then doing that in reverse on the way home.

Which means I don't have to drive anywhere at all.

I just hang out at home all day and only make appearances for Miss Chaos' bus.

Best. Day. Of the week. Officially.

At least for hopeless hermit me. Who would much rather be chilling in

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Making Time

So much can occupy a mind. In my case, The Adventure Zone, Mumbo Jumbo, and a bunch of like-minded nerds on Discord.

They ate my morning.

I have ten minutes or less to do this, post something, and get my kids pointed in the correct direction for school. Huzzah.

And the Ekka Flu this year is (a) looking like a digestive bug and (b) attacking my insides. Fun times for your local 'Nutter.

I still have to do my Wordpress Wednesday, too.

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I Hate Ekka Week

Turns out the Wednesday I thought we all had off is only applicable to Beloved because Ekka Week Be Fucked Up. Ugh.

And I suspect I keep forgetting this lesson every goddamn year.

My brain is like a sieve, dear readers. And things like "Day off" get stuck when knowledge like "not a day off" just fall through the gaps.

Sigh.

I should just focus on writing stories. I know where I am with those.

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Day Off, Day On, Day Off...

Today, everyone is back to the grindstone. Assuming there aren't the massive amounts of sickies being chucked because who wants a week like this, right?

If there's ever a campaign to make the entire Ekka Week a holiday, I'm in. Just because of this shit.

My little darlings are both ready to rock and roll. Which makes a pleasant change from the death scenes of the week prior. Mayhem continues to claim he's cured and we're all working hard to get him

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