Guess I'm turning into one of those people who spends all their time outside with their dog, generally around the vicinity of Elkhorn.
Otherwise spent most of this weekend wearing lipstick while doing mundane chores and drinking at home. I forgot about this season, when all the weird snakes in my personality start perking up and looking around for something to bite. I need a project. I should really do some poetry shit, make a couple extra dollars, or at least update my other blog, pretend I can still be funny. I do realize that the last couple months have been a little heavy on trash cans of blood, a little light on content.
I don't know quite if I feel better. I mostly feel sore* and stupid. Really, really such an idiot. Nothing for it, though.
At least the superdry cold weather is making my hair look good. You know, on the brightside.
Spent the morning making broth, now working on a fancy minestrone thing. Plans fallen through tonight. Half relieved. So tired, tired the way people are tired when they accidentally cut off their fingers, though there's nothing to blame for it except moderate exercise, staying up too late and getting up early all weekend. Should be productive, but might finish dinner and then watch my stupid zombie show until I fall asleep.
* every time I manage to work out hard enough to make my core sore, I freak out that some horrible thing is wrong with my organs before I remember: right. Abs. Abs have done this.
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