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Today-related stuff.
Play three, draft one, in the bag. Fairly pleased there: not quite two months from conception to initial draft. I'm planning on letting it sit for the next three weeks or so before meddling. Planning. Probably I'll tweak it tomorrow, that said. I'm not great at the waiting.
Blister on my little toe from wearing a sandal. Two sandals, to be fair, but only one blister. I feel a blister is something of a failure. I never used to get them, then when I was seventeen I had second degree sunburn on my ears and my body quite profoundly got the knack of them. And now it does them all the time. Boo to that.
Made buttermilk pancakes for brother and myself. Three apiece. Nearly couldn't walk afterwards. What the devil is it about pancakes? They look small and innocuous and then they swell to fill the entire stomach. Cunning beasts.
Can't find the instructions for my battery recharger and don't know how long to give my batteries. I think it's been binned. There was some tidying going on. Like what happened to the collection of Real Ghostbusters comics because my brother read them till they were tatty instead of keeping them pointlessly in polythene pockets like my father did with all his comics. I still miss Spengler's Spirit Guide. That's a significant downside of living in someone else's house. Someone Else is allowed to tidy it in an upsettingly drastic fashion.
Quite tired. It's hot in my room. Wonder if I can get through a night without inadvertently wrapping myself so tightly in the duvet that I poach.
Blister on my little toe from wearing a sandal. Two sandals, to be fair, but only one blister. I feel a blister is something of a failure. I never used to get them, then when I was seventeen I had second degree sunburn on my ears and my body quite profoundly got the knack of them. And now it does them all the time. Boo to that.
Made buttermilk pancakes for brother and myself. Three apiece. Nearly couldn't walk afterwards. What the devil is it about pancakes? They look small and innocuous and then they swell to fill the entire stomach. Cunning beasts.
Can't find the instructions for my battery recharger and don't know how long to give my batteries. I think it's been binned. There was some tidying going on. Like what happened to the collection of Real Ghostbusters comics because my brother read them till they were tatty instead of keeping them pointlessly in polythene pockets like my father did with all his comics. I still miss Spengler's Spirit Guide. That's a significant downside of living in someone else's house. Someone Else is allowed to tidy it in an upsettingly drastic fashion.
Quite tired. It's hot in my room. Wonder if I can get through a night without inadvertently wrapping myself so tightly in the duvet that I poach.
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Me and my feet do not get on at all.
Also the duvet poaching? I do that. Occasionally I have thoughts of replacing the duvet with a sheet or blanket in the warm nights, but that requires a) planning and b) somewhere to put the duvet when it's not on my bed.
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Duvets are so complicated. I can tuck it in firmly at the sides and attempt to sleep resolutely on top of it, but I'll still wake up in a hideous cocoon. Also the cat gets stroppy if he arrives on the bed and finds the duvet missing.