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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If any psuedoscience-inclined person would care to hazard a guess as to exactly what was going on between the hours of nine and eleven-thirty PDT last night, I'd be interested to hear it. Normally, I am a somewhat less-than-usally klutzy person, aside an ability to burn myself while slicing cheese. (I must have offended a fire elemental in a past life or something.)

In two and a half hours last night, I managed to overturn a full seltzer glass (onto the floor, not my keyboard, thankfully)--and they're squat little glasses with a nice thick base, too--and knock a somewhat affectionately-held piece of stoneware off a shelf. Fortunately, the stoneware did not shatter, but I did take a nice thick chip out of the lip, and further, it took me four freaking tries to glue it back together, because I kept dropping the pieces.

Discretion proved the better part of valor. I went to bed.

But not before I managed to explode a lightbulb while turning on a light for kit_kindred.

Dammit. Knew I should have worn the tinfoil cap.


Progress notes for 18 April 2005

Whiskey & Water

New Words: 2,151
Total Words: 43,232
Pages: 196

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43,232 / 160,000
Well. A very good day by anyone's standard. The first five hours were just a merciless grind, and then five or six pages fell out of my head in a chunk.

Reason for stopping: must go to work. stupid work.
Mammalian Assistance: I have been, largely, spurned. although Marlowe did make a cross-the-room flying tackle of my foot last night. That was pretty funny.
Stimulants: pomegranate black tea, toast, seltzer, insrutable oriental candy (Okay, I just do not get chrysanthemum candy. Maybe I should dissolve it in tea. And how come my local Chinese grocery never has lychee jellies any more, dammit? I love lychee jellies. *pout*)
Exercise: Walking! also Gothercise
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know: Sark, haloed, patternless, keloid
Tyop du jour: Her hair was sliding out of the braid, and the bird preened a strange behind her ear (I told you this book was about hair.) (or) She urned herself.
Darling du jour: Something winged will know.
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory; Neal Stephenson, Quicksilver, Sarah Monette, Kekropia
Interesting research tidbit of the day: scarification
Other writing-related work: One chapter critted for truepenny

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