a miscellaney
Apr. 23rd, 2013 10:41 pmI've just been exhausted all day -- I've been waking up really, really late recently (around noon), although I guess I should say "getting up" instead of "waking up", because I'll wake up earlier, maybe a couple of times, and then go in and out of sleep for three or four hours before shame finally overcomes me and I haul myself out of bed. I mean, I assume one of the reasons I'm so fucking tired all the time is because I'm not really doing all that much right now? Or at least that has been my past experience. (Yeah, the part where I'm tired all the fucking time has happened before, I need to work on my life choices. Also I've started taking vitamins and supplements again -- I usually tail off or stop outright because I don't eat enough and then I get sick afterwards -- look, we've established my self preservation instincts really really suck, right?) (I'd worry about mono except I think that requires actual human contact, so I'm pretty safe there.)
English Flatmate N and I have been talking about going to a yoga class or something together, but I just realized that I didn't bring a sports bra with me to England, so I have to buy one first. Joy. (I actually do what to do step aerobics, which the sports center offers, but she can't do that because she has a screwed up knee, so I think I'll try yoga with her first and then figure out if I'm into it enough to go on my own.)
To sum up my mood: today's hair was just plaits, my default 'I can't be bothered to give a fuck' hair.
Oooh, I was checking something on the Leicester city website and I just realized that something I thought was last weekend was actually this weekend. Maybe I will go to that. Maybe I can get N to go to that with me, since I am always antsy about going to actual events alone. (It is about Richard III. Go figure. Well, it's about arms and armor from the battle of Bosworth, so basically: Richard III. Guys, I still don't know anything about Richard III.)
I'm pretty sure I was going to say something else but I've forgotten what it was. It was probably about The Hobbit, so, oh, well. Oh, wait, it was about this fic that I'm kind of writing, kind of not writing. Shhh, I like my dwarves alive. I wish I could think of a way to write it as a complete fic without having to rewrite all of LotR.
Send pictures of cute puppies and kittens, or pictures of Richard Armitage and Dean O'Gorman being ridiculously attractive or something.
English Flatmate N and I have been talking about going to a yoga class or something together, but I just realized that I didn't bring a sports bra with me to England, so I have to buy one first. Joy. (I actually do what to do step aerobics, which the sports center offers, but she can't do that because she has a screwed up knee, so I think I'll try yoga with her first and then figure out if I'm into it enough to go on my own.)
To sum up my mood: today's hair was just plaits, my default 'I can't be bothered to give a fuck' hair.
Oooh, I was checking something on the Leicester city website and I just realized that something I thought was last weekend was actually this weekend. Maybe I will go to that. Maybe I can get N to go to that with me, since I am always antsy about going to actual events alone. (It is about Richard III. Go figure. Well, it's about arms and armor from the battle of Bosworth, so basically: Richard III. Guys, I still don't know anything about Richard III.)
I'm pretty sure I was going to say something else but I've forgotten what it was. It was probably about The Hobbit, so, oh, well. Oh, wait, it was about this fic that I'm kind of writing, kind of not writing. Shhh, I like my dwarves alive. I wish I could think of a way to write it as a complete fic without having to rewrite all of LotR.
Send pictures of cute puppies and kittens, or pictures of Richard Armitage and Dean O'Gorman being ridiculously attractive or something.
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