it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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protect me from what i want

No climbing tonight, as I have a headcold, which makes me sad. Stupid meatpuppet. So instead we're watching Emeril screw up a chocolate tart (like Johnny Carson, he's funniest when things are going poorly) and wondering if it would be a good idea to eat some pasta.


Because it's just a headcold, I did feel well enough to truck out to Logee's today, which was therapeutic. There's nothing quite like wandering around giant greenhouses full of oranges and banana plants and bougainvillea to make winter easier to take.

I got 1,196 words on that s2 Shadow Unit story I am not writing yesterday, thus filling in all the important character bits of the story. Which is nice, because it means next year I just have to write the plot. Meanwhile, Chill continues to loiter unresponsiblely on streetcorners and swear when it stumbles home drunk at 2:30 in the morning that it's been looking for work.

It occurs to me that this book might actually go better if I had some idea what it is these people want, and what they're afraid of. And what they need to learn, by the end.
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