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In no particular order or significance.
- talked out a handful of medical stuff with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teinedreugan needful for writing a section of the currently-progressing WIP; why is it that when I talk my work with my husband it's always about blood?
- purchased potables
- wrote the second half of part five (~600 words)
- ignored the All-Star Game
- wrote part 6 (~400 words), introducing a character who I expect is liable to boil over messily if someone doesn't discover that he's set on simmer and turn him down a little
- started laundry
- made pasta for dinner forteinedreugan and myself
- realised that I should rack the rhodomel, which means I should clean the spare carboy
- failed to clean the spare carboy
- read another few chapters in The Doorstop, and tried to explain why I was laughing tooneironaut and annwyd
- wishedbrooksmoses a happy anniversary (happy anniversary again, love, and happy anniversary suzimoses), though only after he mentioned that that was what it was
- cleaned catbox
- put laundry in dryer
- reread some of the old stuff last time I tried to write this, and found bits I could almost lift whole; I think I'll rewrite them anyway, but this is . . . so them. And so Ria, wow. But the dialogue lines, so them. Making a point of privilege after a display of strength. High-stakes playful. I mean, it makes sense, I wrote it right after the first one, so I'd still have the feel of them from that, but it's good to know that they're still the same in my head as they were then.
- fed snakie
- remembered to let Arthur out of the loo after feeding snakie
- stared at 7 a lot, largely ineffectually (tune of ~75 words); I know what needs to go here, just not how to go about it, I think
- read this from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
makinglight, and watched the movie, which is tremendously cool (and weirded out keeps, apparently)
- made a nice small steak with cider vinegar and Worcestershire marinade and successfully defended it from both cats
- killed Andariel (normal difficulty, with an assassin character)
And becauseannwyd asked me to take the picture:
Not bad. Bed first, verdict afterwards.
- talked out a handful of medical stuff with
teinedreugan needful for writing a section of the currently-progressing WIP; why is it that when I talk my work with my husband it's always about blood?- purchased potables
- wrote the second half of part five (~600 words)
- ignored the All-Star Game
- wrote part 6 (~400 words), introducing a character who I expect is liable to boil over messily if someone doesn't discover that he's set on simmer and turn him down a little
- started laundry
- made pasta for dinner for
teinedreugan and myself- realised that I should rack the rhodomel, which means I should clean the spare carboy
- failed to clean the spare carboy
- read another few chapters in The Doorstop, and tried to explain why I was laughing to
oneironaut and annwyd- wished
brooksmoses a happy anniversary (happy anniversary again, love, and happy anniversary suzimoses), though only after he mentioned that that was what it was- cleaned catbox
- put laundry in dryer
- reread some of the old stuff last time I tried to write this, and found bits I could almost lift whole; I think I'll rewrite them anyway, but this is . . . so them. And so Ria, wow. But the dialogue lines, so them. Making a point of privilege after a display of strength. High-stakes playful. I mean, it makes sense, I wrote it right after the first one, so I'd still have the feel of them from that, but it's good to know that they're still the same in my head as they were then.
- fed snakie
- remembered to let Arthur out of the loo after feeding snakie
- stared at 7 a lot, largely ineffectually (tune of ~75 words); I know what needs to go here, just not how to go about it, I think
- read this from
makinglight, and watched the movie, which is tremendously cool (and weirded out keeps, apparently)- made a nice small steak with cider vinegar and Worcestershire marinade and successfully defended it from both cats
- killed Andariel (normal difficulty, with an assassin character)
And because
annwyd asked me to take the picture: Not bad. Bed first, verdict afterwards.
