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letterbladeA few random updatey splats before I run to work...
Cyn, on our sugar ant infestation: "They're like dirt that moves!" Pretty sure I've swallowed a few, too. Daily dose of formic acid, I suppose. o.O
Twice in the last week I've had to tape up assorted fingers with band-aids to give a muscle/tendon a day's rest because it was hurting so much. This has never happened before. I worry intensely.
Last night was marred by a horrible depressive jag, but then turned into an impromptu bondage lesson, so everything became okay.
And before the bondage lesson, I got her to put mineral ice (strong menthol muscle rub) on my extremely painful back, after a light flogging to relax it a little. Mmmmm, burn. This of course result in Certain Parties in my head wondering what it would've felt like to do it the other way around.
One of those Certain Parties is also intensely pleased with himself after the recent ficcing. Am reminding him that there are still two more scenes to write.
Will probably not be at Diesel tonight at all, as Cyn and I intend to Do Stuff For Beltane.
Cyn requested me to buy strawberries last night. Kayleeeeeberries! So I had one. Mmmm. I'd forgotten how much I love that smell. It's one of those sensory inputs that just makes me unwind a little inside.
...still haven't seen Evolution of the Daleks, not past the thirteen minutes when computer froze up during viewing.
Gottagogetreadyforwork. Merf. Cyn has hot date today; want one too, but must count documents in batches from 2003 in a bad interface all day. I actually don't mind work once I get there, but god do I hate the time sink.
Cyn, on our sugar ant infestation: "They're like dirt that moves!" Pretty sure I've swallowed a few, too. Daily dose of formic acid, I suppose. o.O
Twice in the last week I've had to tape up assorted fingers with band-aids to give a muscle/tendon a day's rest because it was hurting so much. This has never happened before. I worry intensely.
Last night was marred by a horrible depressive jag, but then turned into an impromptu bondage lesson, so everything became okay.
And before the bondage lesson, I got her to put mineral ice (strong menthol muscle rub) on my extremely painful back, after a light flogging to relax it a little. Mmmmm, burn. This of course result in Certain Parties in my head wondering what it would've felt like to do it the other way around.
One of those Certain Parties is also intensely pleased with himself after the recent ficcing. Am reminding him that there are still two more scenes to write.
Will probably not be at Diesel tonight at all, as Cyn and I intend to Do Stuff For Beltane.
Cyn requested me to buy strawberries last night. Kayleeeeeberries! So I had one. Mmmm. I'd forgotten how much I love that smell. It's one of those sensory inputs that just makes me unwind a little inside.
...still haven't seen Evolution of the Daleks, not past the thirteen minutes when computer froze up during viewing.
Gottagogetreadyforwork. Merf. Cyn has hot date today; want one too, but must count documents in batches from 2003 in a bad interface all day. I actually don't mind work once I get there, but god do I hate the time sink.