Have conquered the month-long lack of anything remotely resembling creativty, and wrote four paragraphs on a 7th Sea project I need to get written. It saddens me to think that I can never write fanfic about this campaign, as anything I even say in passing becomes canon.
I was going to postpone getting the fitness club membership since I'll be out of town a whole week next month and it seems an awful waste. But then I opted against it, suspecting that next month I'd find another excuse to delay. So before work tomorrow I'm going to try and get out to buy swimming clothes and stop by the office to get myself set up.
Still sore, but a lot better. Which is good. I'm tired of being tired and sore and dragging myself clumsily through the day.
I was going to postpone getting the fitness club membership since I'll be out of town a whole week next month and it seems an awful waste. But then I opted against it, suspecting that next month I'd find another excuse to delay. So before work tomorrow I'm going to try and get out to buy swimming clothes and stop by the office to get myself set up.
And also, I lost my shit tonight when I found out that the batteries in Hurley's discman finally died. |
Still sore, but a lot better. Which is good. I'm tired of being tired and sore and dragging myself clumsily through the day.