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Wednesday, May. 18, 2022 - 6:47 p.m.

No printing done today. I ordered some pigment to make up for the mars black I dumped on the floor a while back. This process, some days it’s fire and then it’s failure after failure and I don’t understand why.

My mind is feeling calmer today anyway. It was kinda flared up for a couple days there.

When I got back from Wales, a week ago tomorrow, I weighed 183.8, some of which was no doubt travel-related backed-upness. But I put the smack down on it and today I’m at 175.4. That’s good because for months I wasn’t getting below 177. 174 or 5 is supposed to be my ceiling. So I plan to keep going a little more. Before I travel again and it all fucks up. There are just these intervals where it’s easy, and intervals where it’s impossible. It balances out. And when I can maintain my habits, I can keep it steady. It’s travel and holidays that fuck me up. Once a year or so I have to reset, and that’s now. It’s easier as summer hits.

Eating plenty, don’t worry. Broccoli and tofu with pecans and satay sauce, two big plates, for lunch today.

Listened to a recording of a famous murderer today. He spent most of the time advising the interviewer on the dangers of smoking and encouraging him to stop. I find this really really funny for some reason.

Did my upper body stretches today and so far about half of my lower body stretches. Hadn’t done a full set since before I got back. Knees starting to bother me. It feels good to have done it. Started again with the resistance training too. I’ll be back to normal in a couple days.

Oh behind some other books I finally found my copy of my comfort trilogy, out of print and little known and was not going to be that easy to replace. I immediately started rereading it and was immediately struck by what a goth-ass fantasy novel it is. Love it though. So epic, mythic, poetic. (Tales from the Flat Earth by Tanith Lee).

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