Went out to lunch with
healwlove. Talked for a while afterwards. Was snuggled firmly by the usual indecisive feline. Did laundry. Made natron-substitute in the toaster oven, forgetting about it while at lunch and yet not burning it. Wrote 957 words, which gets me over the "I survived chapter 22, what do you mean I should start chapter 23?!" letdown, and
oneironaut isn't on for me to flog with word count. The world is not a fair and reasonable place.
Must talk with
teinedreugan about
solipsistnation's cheese and sodomy party idea (with French wine) in protest of this damn "prayer and fasting" thing. (Speaking of which, must write representative noting that I noticed that he didn't vote for it, that I was glad of that, and that I wish he'd voted against it.) Not sure I'm going to be awake for him getting home after gaming with
jikharra; I'm all wrung out.
Wish I knew why I was wrung out. I feel sullen, and that's no fun for anyone. It's the sort of mood that inclines me towards dropping offline, taking a couple of books up to the bedroom, and sulking because there's nobody here.
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Wish I knew why I was wrung out. I feel sullen, and that's no fun for anyone. It's the sort of mood that inclines me towards dropping offline, taking a couple of books up to the bedroom, and sulking because there's nobody here.