A day of couch wastage, brought on by a wee hour migraine, complete with nausea and
But my toenails got some needed attention, so there was a silver lining, of sorts. And I got to catch up on my Bones episodes, so brain rot was complete.
While washing the mountain of dishes, I pondered some random things:
>If we don’t recycle, and really we’re only just making headway in that area, where does all our trash go? I mean, is it just heaping up to the sky, so large it has its own zip code?
>I really hate doing dishes. My fingernails are so thin you can see through them and bend them back or forward without me feeling it, and washing dishes makes it worse. I think that’s a good reason not to do them. Ever again.
> Weeding seems like a bad thing, in a way. I mean, all plants belong to Nature, so ripping them from the ground, killing them with poison, etc, seems rather cruel in order to keep a nice lawn/border.
> I wish I could rescind my submission to a recent anthology. It’s rubbish, and I know it’s rubbish. Damn it.
> Sheds are expensive but quite necessary, as I want the lawn mower out of the conservatory.
> I make wickedly good enchiladas. I think I could run a really good Mexican restaurant. I don’t want to, I just could.
> Health issues have really nailed me since the beginning of the year, and that has somewhat scuppered my plans for education/writing/working out, etc. And while I continue to work toward these things, it does feel as though they are quite slow in happening, due solely to my own issues.
> I have updated the flyers for the BSB UK event. If you want copies, or information, or whatever, please shout and I’ll get them over to you. This is such an important event–the large bookstores no longer carry LGBTQ literature, so the fact that they are willing to order in books and give us the venue for free is frigging awesome, and we need all the support and turnout we can get in order to show them it is worth working with us.
Tonight is a relax on the couch with decaf kind of night. Tomorrow, assuming all is well in the AM, I will be editing, processing, working on document after document.
It’s all good.
Book: Ghosts of Winter by Rebecca S Buck
Song: Gasoline by Miranda Lambert