Yesterday was made of fail.
Unmotivated.
Depressed.
Tormented by both back pain and stinging eyes. And, if that weren't enough, I seemed to be coming down with hives! [That's so not fair.]
Barely able to keep my eyes open late enough to take my eyedrops.
The only good thing was the glass of wine with dinner.
So, today could only be better. Right?
Well, half right.
I started going through papers and disposed of a lot, but my bed is covered and I won't be able to sleep until I clear it all away. Well, temporarily, until tomorrow morning.
Also, the deterioration in my vision is most apparent if I open a magazine. 'Cuz I can't read the print. Somebody get me a magnifying glass!
Had a scathingly brilliant idea and looked up Dollie De Luxe on YouTube. Success. And Posted probably their best-known piece.
John called to ascertain if the invite is still open for tomorrow. Yes, it is. So we should have a good time eating fondue and drinking ... vodka? Hey, I'm making it a Polish version.
Did a titch more writing on one of the two fics that are due on the 24th for
lgbtfest. The
Buffy one I could write in my sleep, but I'll have to rewatch the final two hours of
Boston Legal to get some of the nuances down (although, how one could use that word in connection with Denny Crane is paradoxical).
Annnnnnd that's all she wrote for today.
As always, must remain hopeful for tomorrow.
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