My weekend
Jan. 20th, 2014 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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melydia at Panera. I didn't get any writing done, but I got a better hold on my Big Bang fic's plot and did a whole lot of complaining about how it sucks (sorry about that, melydia). I made and scheduled a few blog posts when I got home, so I'm set until mid-February.
I volunteered at the library Saturday morning, where I processed the picklist (SHOOT! That reminds me! I need to make a blog post about that on my book blog) and wrote some Avengers fic in my head. Then went straight home and listened to The Cuckoo's Calling until 11:15pm, when I finally finished it on audio. I had a crappy day with awful cramps and a terrible headache (not as bad as the one I had on Christmas, but not one of my usual headaches either), so sitting on the couch and listening to an audiobook was not only something that I needed to do, but it came at a good time to do it. After I finished, I typed up a bunch of discussion questions for the discussion I would be leading about the book 14 hours later. Verdict: freakin awesome book and I want to read/write some Strike fanfic, like, NOW.
On Sunday I woke up at a reasonable time, read comics in bed until painkillers kicked in. Then I headed to Old Town for the book discussion. It went well. Everyone in attendance seemed to like the book and none of us guessed how the murderer did it. Clever!JKR is clever :-) I stopped by my parents' place on the way home to pick up an armload of my things and say hi to three of their 5 animals who were in cones of silence.
I got home and worked on Avengers fic, showered, then thought of an ending for Avengers fic and was up until 3am finishing it. I posted it at AO3. There's some hurt/comfort in it and tons of cuddling. 'Cause that's what the prompt called for: http://archiveofourown.org/chapters/2317573
I slept through my alarm for the very first time in my entire life, which makes me super nervous. So I didn't take my pill this morning... which is not good but won't kill me. I am too broken for a little extra heartburn to make any difference to my body right now, methinks. LOL
I released a BookCrossing book (it's my goal this year to release at least one book on every major holiday) at the playground in my neighborhood.
I finally finished taking down my Christmas decoractions this weekend. I did a bit on Saturday, whenever I felt good enough to stand and move around. And I finished up today. I also putzed around on the internet for MANY hours today reading fanfic and doing nothing that I should have been doing. But it was really lovely and comforting and I needed it. So I regret nothing. I got an email from someone on swap-bot saying I suck as a group organizer, so that made me feel bad (okay, it wasn't at all that harsh, I just feel bad about it).
I went out shopping with my mommy. She's so sweet. She bought me three pairs of jeans and new shoes. Because I be poor and wearing old jeans with holes in them and she couldn't stand seeing that. LOL So it was really nice of her to do. Now I have jeans that actually fit me (I dropped down from a size 16 last year to a 12 now, so I don't keep having to use belts to keep my pants up and I think I got jeans that I can still wear long underwear beneath).
As we were out shopping, we got a call saying our family friend's dog passed away. I hadn't been back to the old neighborhood to see him in a couple years, but I used to walk and dogsit for him all the time. Very sad news. Zach was, like, 22 or something and both blind and deaf now, plus he his kidneys had stopped working and he hadn't been able to walk up and down stairs for a year or two. Poor baby. So it was definitely time. Still very sad, though and I cried while talking to his mommy on this phone. It was really nice that the vet drove over to their house with a tech to put him to sleep there, though. So it's nice he went in a familiar house, surrounded by people who cared about him. You can't really ask for more than that.
Okay. it's 10pm. I am starving and so freakin thirsty. Gonna go take care of that. I tried eating something new last night. My stomach hurt only a tiny little bit. But about 6 hours later, I was in the bathroom for an hour, almost regretting the move. I can put up with that more than the weird hurting, though. So I'm undecided about trying more experiments to see what I can/can't eat. Not yet sure where I want to draw the line with what I can put up with.
Think snow!
melydia at Panera. I didn't get any writing done, but I got a better hold on my Big Bang fic's plot and did a whole lot of complaining about how it sucks (sorry about that, melydia). I made and scheduled a few blog posts when I got home, so I'm set until mid-February. I volunteered at the library Saturday morning, where I processed the picklist (SHOOT! That reminds me! I need to make a blog post about that on my book blog) and wrote some Avengers fic in my head. Then went straight home and listened to The Cuckoo's Calling until 11:15pm, when I finally finished it on audio. I had a crappy day with awful cramps and a terrible headache (not as bad as the one I had on Christmas, but not one of my usual headaches either), so sitting on the couch and listening to an audiobook was not only something that I needed to do, but it came at a good time to do it. After I finished, I typed up a bunch of discussion questions for the discussion I would be leading about the book 14 hours later. Verdict: freakin awesome book and I want to read/write some Strike fanfic, like, NOW.
On Sunday I woke up at a reasonable time, read comics in bed until painkillers kicked in. Then I headed to Old Town for the book discussion. It went well. Everyone in attendance seemed to like the book and none of us guessed how the murderer did it. Clever!JKR is clever :-) I stopped by my parents' place on the way home to pick up an armload of my things and say hi to three of their 5 animals who were in cones of silence.
I got home and worked on Avengers fic, showered, then thought of an ending for Avengers fic and was up until 3am finishing it. I posted it at AO3. There's some hurt/comfort in it and tons of cuddling. 'Cause that's what the prompt called for: http://archiveofourown.org/chapters/2317573
I slept through my alarm for the very first time in my entire life, which makes me super nervous. So I didn't take my pill this morning... which is not good but won't kill me. I am too broken for a little extra heartburn to make any difference to my body right now, methinks. LOL
I released a BookCrossing book (it's my goal this year to release at least one book on every major holiday) at the playground in my neighborhood.
I finally finished taking down my Christmas decoractions this weekend. I did a bit on Saturday, whenever I felt good enough to stand and move around. And I finished up today. I also putzed around on the internet for MANY hours today reading fanfic and doing nothing that I should have been doing. But it was really lovely and comforting and I needed it. So I regret nothing. I got an email from someone on swap-bot saying I suck as a group organizer, so that made me feel bad (okay, it wasn't at all that harsh, I just feel bad about it).
I went out shopping with my mommy. She's so sweet. She bought me three pairs of jeans and new shoes. Because I be poor and wearing old jeans with holes in them and she couldn't stand seeing that. LOL So it was really nice of her to do. Now I have jeans that actually fit me (I dropped down from a size 16 last year to a 12 now, so I don't keep having to use belts to keep my pants up and I think I got jeans that I can still wear long underwear beneath).
As we were out shopping, we got a call saying our family friend's dog passed away. I hadn't been back to the old neighborhood to see him in a couple years, but I used to walk and dogsit for him all the time. Very sad news. Zach was, like, 22 or something and both blind and deaf now, plus he his kidneys had stopped working and he hadn't been able to walk up and down stairs for a year or two. Poor baby. So it was definitely time. Still very sad, though and I cried while talking to his mommy on this phone. It was really nice that the vet drove over to their house with a tech to put him to sleep there, though. So it's nice he went in a familiar house, surrounded by people who cared about him. You can't really ask for more than that.
Okay. it's 10pm. I am starving and so freakin thirsty. Gonna go take care of that. I tried eating something new last night. My stomach hurt only a tiny little bit. But about 6 hours later, I was in the bathroom for an hour, almost regretting the move. I can put up with that more than the weird hurting, though. So I'm undecided about trying more experiments to see what I can/can't eat. Not yet sure where I want to draw the line with what I can put up with.
Think snow!
