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Done This Week
Dec. 11th, 2022 08:37 amA better, if somewhat confusing week. Work was very up and down. I have done something terrible to my back that doesn't seem to be going away. :/
The 80s synth-pop is, in fact, making me feel better, as is the small mountain of other music I have given myself. New music, it turns out, gives me way more happiness bang-for-my-buck than new books.
I am bingeing on Stranger Things season 4 fic. Have I seen the season? No, fool, I haven't even watched season 3 yet! Have I joined the movement that says that ending never happen, shut your pie hole? Yes, obviously, because everyone lives happily ever after, shut up, shut up, shut up! Am I trash for Eddie Munson? Friends, they gave me a theatrically weird, trailer trash nerd who is pretty visibly neurodivergent and unsubtly coded as queer--I was fucking doomed from the start.
And finally, I have been invited to play D&D with a couple of coworkers. Who are going above and beyond to make me feel welcome and not overwhelmed by the whole socializing thing, which is genuinely touching and baffling. Have I made friends? Holy shit??? *cue preemptive panic*
Lewisia: 3 new regular pieces written, 9 new ephemera pieces, and all of December queued up--finally caught up again
Day job: 42.75 hours, which swung wildly between abject boredom and frantic busyness
Crafting: got 3 out of 6 new patches sewn onto the battle jacket
Gardening: pandemic garden club post
Listening: Cruel Liars by Mightmare (freaking phenomenal, grungy and thumpy), Haunted House single by SNAKE POOL (delightful, fatally catchy), Skablam by Louie Zong (a favorite I finally got around to buying, instead of just listening on Youtube), The Age of Consent by Bronski Beat (hat tip to palmviolet's Stranger Things fic, sub-culture, for turning me onto this wonderful and very gay 80s synth-pop), Please by Pet Shop Boys (because I am just down an 80s rabbit hole now and might as well wallow happily)
Other: dental appointment #1 (more to follow)
The 80s synth-pop is, in fact, making me feel better, as is the small mountain of other music I have given myself. New music, it turns out, gives me way more happiness bang-for-my-buck than new books.
I am bingeing on Stranger Things season 4 fic. Have I seen the season? No, fool, I haven't even watched season 3 yet! Have I joined the movement that says that ending never happen, shut your pie hole? Yes, obviously, because everyone lives happily ever after, shut up, shut up, shut up! Am I trash for Eddie Munson? Friends, they gave me a theatrically weird, trailer trash nerd who is pretty visibly neurodivergent and unsubtly coded as queer--I was fucking doomed from the start.
And finally, I have been invited to play D&D with a couple of coworkers. Who are going above and beyond to make me feel welcome and not overwhelmed by the whole socializing thing, which is genuinely touching and baffling. Have I made friends? Holy shit??? *cue preemptive panic*
Lewisia: 3 new regular pieces written, 9 new ephemera pieces, and all of December queued up--finally caught up again
Day job: 42.75 hours, which swung wildly between abject boredom and frantic busyness
Crafting: got 3 out of 6 new patches sewn onto the battle jacket
Gardening: pandemic garden club post
Listening: Cruel Liars by Mightmare (freaking phenomenal, grungy and thumpy), Haunted House single by SNAKE POOL (delightful, fatally catchy), Skablam by Louie Zong (a favorite I finally got around to buying, instead of just listening on Youtube), The Age of Consent by Bronski Beat (hat tip to palmviolet's Stranger Things fic, sub-culture, for turning me onto this wonderful and very gay 80s synth-pop), Please by Pet Shop Boys (because I am just down an 80s rabbit hole now and might as well wallow happily)
Other: dental appointment #1 (more to follow)
