Despite all indications that I wasn't actually going to accomplish anything today, I wrote 1308 words, which is 2-10 in its entirety. Complete with introducing a new character, one prone to referring to the peevish cat-shaped storm demon as "Sourpuss". (No further progress on the storyboarding for FSM, though.)
Meanwhile, I'm worried that I've got some kind of stomach bug again. Or other, more traumatic forms of hypochondria.
Also, Saturn Return pisses me the hell off.
Meanwhile, I'm worried that I've got some kind of stomach bug again. Or other, more traumatic forms of hypochondria.
Also, Saturn Return pisses me the hell off.
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Mostly what I am is completely fed up with all the parts of my life that aren't in the proper order so that I can deal with the next, y'know, twenty years. I'm trying to build structures that have my work properly aligned, my family, my responsibilities, I'm trying to get back to school, I'm doing the Feri training, . . . .
So I went and looked up Saturn Return, and started swearing.
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