I have spent the morning scheduling: a doctor's appointment, physical therapy, and a mammogram. I've broken up with one doctor so I can start seeing another. I am officially an old fart, my medical commitments are outpacing my social commitments.
I had what was supposed to be a positive thing turn into a negative thing, so much so that I am having moderate anxiety over continuing. First impression kind of thing and now I'm going to be so gun shy about it that soldiering on is going to make me so anxious I need to weigh how much it means to me. I know that's garbled, but I'm not willing to make public the exact details.
Beginning a modified fasting diet today. Why? Because it's all the rage at work. Except they are all paying mega bucks for their treatments. I just read the nutritional and caloric contents of their "meals" and found equivalents. I know, I know, it's one of those stupid nurse things. I would strongly discourage this behavior in anyone else.
Company coming this week. And I'm working. House is going to look like sixty kinds of hell by then.
Doing really boring work/editing on the two manuscripts I'm currently working on. Problem is, I think the second story is better than the first, but it's a series so have to stay in order. Looking at the plot arc in the first as I think that's where the problem is. This involves a lot of outlining and zzzzzzzzzzzzz....uh, what was I saying?
Kittens!
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Nice choice of "twin looks."
Oddly enough, they reminded me of the syncopated movements onstage by ZZ TOP at a concert.
Do the the boyz ever sing?
Thor loves to sing.
At 2 a.m., in the hall where the acoustics are the best.
It's usually some version of Loki is going to die if you don't feed him right now.
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