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OK, my body's pissing me off again. I have friends having birthday parties tonight, but due to buses not running to a useful schedule on the weekend and one of my knees blowing itself out again for no good reason, I'm houseridden tonight. That sucks. I would get a taxi, if my income were stable enough to justify it. Then again, were my income stable enough to justify it, I'd like be able to afford to own and operate a car.
I wanted to go out tonight, you poor excuse for an articulated limb. Bastard.
I've not really been feeling all that well for a few days. Wednesday was a day filled with migraine and nightmares, and has left me something of a nervous and muscular wreck. I managed to get out on the Thursday, but that was a near thing. Tonight I'm really feeling like an old man, and I think a 10 kilometre cycle ride in a 3° temperature with one working knee might be a bit beyond me. I'm feeling the cold, which isn't a good sign at all, given my normal metabolism.
There have been some positive things recently, though. On Monday I'm meeting the Managing Director of a certain company about the Contract For A Significant Amount of Money that I was supposed to be getting - before their Marketing Manager left after "performance concerns". At least I know now why he wasn't answering his email anymore, and hopefully we can sort out once and for all whether they're going to proceed with the contract or not.
Also, I've been writing again. Continuing to fill out a bit of short fiction I started a long time ago (cyberpunkish in setting), and a sort of songish poem that got into my head when my head hit pillow and wouldn't leave until I'd written it. Cyclic and seasonal in nature. I can't help feeling that I'm over-describing things in my fiction, though - there come a point at which one must say "NO!" to extra metaphors and adjectives and get on with the damned story.
It's good to have the creative juices flowing again, but I wish they'd let me sleep properly. And it'd be nice if certain people would answer their emails, so that I would know that they'd got 'em, and could stop worrying about the outcomes of the same.
Oh, and happy Litha/Yule, to those out there who celebrate solstices.
I wanted to go out tonight, you poor excuse for an articulated limb. Bastard.
I've not really been feeling all that well for a few days. Wednesday was a day filled with migraine and nightmares, and has left me something of a nervous and muscular wreck. I managed to get out on the Thursday, but that was a near thing. Tonight I'm really feeling like an old man, and I think a 10 kilometre cycle ride in a 3° temperature with one working knee might be a bit beyond me. I'm feeling the cold, which isn't a good sign at all, given my normal metabolism.
There have been some positive things recently, though. On Monday I'm meeting the Managing Director of a certain company about the Contract For A Significant Amount of Money that I was supposed to be getting - before their Marketing Manager left after "performance concerns". At least I know now why he wasn't answering his email anymore, and hopefully we can sort out once and for all whether they're going to proceed with the contract or not.
Also, I've been writing again. Continuing to fill out a bit of short fiction I started a long time ago (cyberpunkish in setting), and a sort of songish poem that got into my head when my head hit pillow and wouldn't leave until I'd written it. Cyclic and seasonal in nature. I can't help feeling that I'm over-describing things in my fiction, though - there come a point at which one must say "NO!" to extra metaphors and adjectives and get on with the damned story.
It's good to have the creative juices flowing again, but I wish they'd let me sleep properly. And it'd be nice if certain people would answer their emails, so that I would know that they'd got 'em, and could stop worrying about the outcomes of the same.
Oh, and happy Litha/Yule, to those out there who celebrate solstices.
