The Cult of Ellen

( A Man, A Plan, A Canal... )

The state of my inbox: 68 emails.

Today's reading:

• Perception is Everything Ch36, by Kendra James
• The Quiet Man Ch 47, by ivyblossom
• The Fabric of Life Ch19, by holyfant
• Come At Me Ch3, by Closer
• The Altruist and the Anachronism Ch55, by AssistedRealityInterface

So the month is almost over. My aim was to finish editing Squirrels in Space. Have I done it? Nope. Bah. But I've got a lot further with Shed World and made some writing contacts, and despite the tiredness, I haven't had complete brain fade, which is nice. I've also written a dark piece of fanfic, which has (I think) very effective misdirection in it while also sticking to plausible characterisation. So that's good. :) And I have tomorrow off work, so I may get more done.

Speaking of which - Shana Tova! I wish you all a happy and sweet 5769. May it bring you all health and prosperity and joy.

( Health stuff and the weekend: )

The stats:

Exercise: 13.5 miles on the bike with .5kg weights on my ankles (don't ask) (8.5 miles today). Weight: 154-153 lbs. Alcohol: 2 bottles of wine.

Squirrels in Space edits: chapters - 2 of 10 fully edited; 4 of 10 rearranged, replotted, with complete synopsis and scene-by-scene breakdown of the new bits I have to write.

Shed World: 1 story abandoned at 2,500 words, rewritten from another POV to 2,600 words so far.

Fanfic: Desperate Measures, over on my the_proofreader lj, at 3,600 words, iirc. Part 2 to come some time later.

I love South Park... Bad! And! Wrong!

*ahem*

Yesterday? No post. Yesterday was a bust. I got up late, sat on the sofa, read Firefly slashfic as the only thing which could hold my attention, and was in bed by 10. Which has nothing to do with the Firefly slashfic. No, really.

And today I made it back into work. Hurrah! Also, another 700 ish words on Shed World. Which should be finished by this evening. But, yanno, brain freeze. Ho hum, and all that.

So.

Weight: 151 lbs. Exercise: 4 miles on the bike (nothing yesterday). Alcohol: 0 yesterday, 2 large glasses of wine and a gluten free beer this evening. Which means little when combined with the quorn sausages I'm about to eat, cos they have wheat, gluten, milk, yada yada, bah humbug, meh.

Also? alasdair1076 is an amazing man, and I'm incredibly glad he's my best friend. And ravenlas is another even more amazing man, and I'm even more glad he's my husband. Count your blessings, guys! *gets string of beads* *starts counting*

I'm not well right now. It's annoying. I should be.

Should be.

That's my problem right there. I think I should be well. I don't think I should be ill any more. Nuh-uh. CFS? Should be in the past. I'm over it. Well, I'm ready to be over it.

But no. It rears its ugly head again - no matter that I'm fitter and healthier and largely staying away from wheat and dairy. But it's not as bad as it's been... Sorry, getting distracted by South Park's Lemmiwinks song...

Anyway. It occurs to me that part of the reason I'm unhappy about talking about this is because I see it as a justifiable punishment. For all of the times when I've been a bad friend, when I've not done things which need doing, for the times when I've procrastinated, deliberately not used my brain when I should, missed deadlines, skived, etc etc. So there you go. Part of me believes I deserve CFS for this.

And the rest of me knows better.

But still. Never mind, eh? So what brings this up? Well, I have a leg with hot joints, and I'm a little worried that maybe I should see a rheumatologist, given the close association between CFS, ME and auto-immune diseases. And I can't quite get around to making an appointment with my GP, because most of me thinks I'm delusional. And I deserve it. Also, I still have breakthrough bleeding, from stressing my core muscles, with my IUD. So. I need to make an appointment with my GP and with family planning. What appointments are you not making? What dumb-ass reasons do you have in the back of your head? I'll call if you will...

So it's gone 4pm, and I'm still in my pyjamas. This can only mean one thing - a hangover! Hurrah!

I'm not actually terribly hungover, thanks to staying in bed until past 12, but please, if anyone ever offers me raspberry vodka again, remind me to Just Say No, mkay? *grin*

Vicky's birthday party - lots of fun. Got to catch up with people, compare boobs, and talk utter bollocks (and glima). I love my friends! You guys are awesome.

The BFS pissup at the Hussar was okay. We didn't win the quiz this year, which was an alasdair1076 special, including a round called 'Obscureotron 5000', so I don't feel too bad about it. *grin* I got some answers in earlier rounds, and totally rocked on 3 of the 5 quotes. *heh* Should've known the others, too, but meh. *shrug* I bought a book by Allison Byrd called 'Bullrunning for Girls' which looks rather good, being a collection of horror stories.

And today the postman delivered a parcel with two copies of Lavie Tidhar's Hebrew Punk from Apex Books. Really. Which made me wonder whether in fact I'd drunk far more than I thought and had missed a day and it was actually Monday. But palmersperry assures me they've been introducing more flexible working because people are more likely to be in if they deliver parcels on a Sunday. :) Anyway, I'm looking forward to reading Hebrew Punk because Lavie Tidhar is a truly excellent writer. And I have a spare copy to give away.

I have watched Keeping The Faith, and it's still just as good a film as it was the first time I saw it. And I'm watching Serenity with Joss Whedon's commentary. What an amazing man he is. And not just him, it's everyone he works with. Incredible, hugely talented people. I am full of awe and respect. Very impressed. And yes, I'm still full of squee. :)

( Christmas: or, How I Learned to Stick to Chanukah... )

Back in York, ravenlas and I went sales shopping. I bought: 3 pairs of pyjamas, 4 towels, a lamp and some monster furry slippers from BHS. And then we went to Monsoon, and I bought a pair of trousers. ravenlas bought me a silk skirt and a jacket, and the jacket wasn't even in the sale! He's so good to me, and I don't deserve him. We called into Game, and ravenlas got a computer game, and I did too, only mine was only £1.99, so I'm not expecting great things of it. Then we had dinner at Russell's Carvery, went home, came back into town, gave said monster slippers to a_crow for his birthday, saw his flat - v. envious as it's in one of the Georgian town houses on Micklegate, and it's a gorgeous building - and went out for a drink. Various folks were there, and I got to see Vicky's Peru photos, but all too soon we had to head home as we're at work today. Only... when I got home, I opened a bottle of wine and sat and watched Pretty Woman, which is still a darned good film. So I got to bed at 1:30am, rather squiffy, and though I could catch a later train into work, I'm still tired and a wee bit achey. Meh. That'll teach me... Oh, and I have done No Writing. At all. I will have to rectify this state of affairs.

So far today, I've done no work whatsoever. I suspect that state of affairs will continue until next week... *heh*