I pretty much hate wasted days. Not wasted as in 'nothing has been accomplished' but wasted as in 'nothing has been accomplished through no faffing about of my own'. All day I've been resisting the urge to sit down with a notebook and just plot the living hell out of AtM because I know it will be awful for my hands; now I just feel miserable that I'm saving my hands for retail work instead of a 'verse I love. Bawww, cry moar.
Vaguely annoyed at several people, too, but tired of dealing with and thinking about drama, so have pretty much given up hope and/or desire for resolution and have resigned myself to
whatever.Also, now, every time I fail to play
Vagrant Story I am going to think,
you have not lost us, I said. We have not lost. I think that's how the quote goes, anyway, and the important bit was in the ravek, so who cares, right? Right.
Alternatively I am going to replace Rushton and Elspeth with Hardin and Sydney and Obernewtyn is going to be
hilarious.Hands still weak and kittenish. Aching up both sides of both wrists and into the tendons of my fingers, and to the muscle along my forearm approaching my elbow. Shoulders feel as if they're not quite there.
I feel like today should be purged from the Matrix.
[EDIT] Also, mum asked how I felt about Chris moving in this afternoon.
ME: Does this mean I can wear my pajamas in the living room again?
MUM: :(((( If you must.
ME:
Sweet. Sure. :D
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