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clevermanka) wrote2021-04-20 08:25 am
clevermanka) wrote2021-04-20 08:25 am
Tuesday
This Bai Yu is a few years old, now, but it's the first image I saw of him clean-shaven and went hmm, okay, maybe. Well, my first thought was "good lord, Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan actually managed to birth a son" but my second thought was definitely hmm, okay, maybe.
Fanart: Jealousy. Various happy/kissy Weilans. Possessive Shen Wei. LGK with strawberry.
Speaking of, I bought strawberries at the store yesterday and despite limiting myself to only, like, ten of them, my guts are Not Happy At All today. 😩 I wonder if raw fruit is a permanent no-go for me, now. The four ounces of blackberries I ate a few months ago wreaked a week-long havoc on my innards. I'm gonna attempt peaches at some point this summer (because peaches) but if those produce a similar result, it's bye-bye fresh fruit. So far I'm fine with dried fruit that's baked in stuff. Crossing fingers that doesn't change.
In happier news, have a new setup for writing! I don't know that it's what helped get me over the hurdle toward WORDS, but it certainly didn't hurt.
The adjustment was motivated by the fact that I've spent so much time on my couch the cushions are starting to deteriorate. There's no other place to sit in my living area besides the floor, though, and while I do spend a lot of time on the floor (I really like sitting on the floor, but my body's not thrilled with it), it's not great for typing. I have a fantastic couch--it's a super old piece that I found for $25 at a yard sale then spent $1,600 to reupholster so I want to extend its life as much as possible.
(Ignore the horrible stain on the wall--the landlord didn't have time to paint before I moved in.)
I needed to figure something out that didn't involve buying new furniture.
Enter The Family Credenza:
(I include the chairs and door to give an idea of scale. This is not a small piece of furniture.)
This beast first belonged to my great grandfather (The Spaniard), purchased when he lived in 1930s Chicago. When my parents moved from Colorado back to Indiana my mom said she was going to get rid of it if nobody wanted it and I pounced before either of her sisters found out. I can't tell you how much it weighs, but every time I've moved, the three grown adults (so far all men) who've tackled it have made grievous noises of complaint. Because it's not just a sideboard, it's a fucking banquet table.
(Telescoping furniture that also serves as storage! This thing is basically a TARDIS.)
So here's where I'm writing now!
(The folding chairs are also antique and were acquired through slightly shady means but their former owners are too dead to come claiming them, so...)
Isn't that cozy? Not real comfortable, but the aesthetic is *chef's kiss*. It's also much closer to my tea station so I think I'm staying better hydrated. Also, because it's not as comfy as the couch, I'm getting up a lot more often.
So that's where I've written the last three thousand words of The Price of Redemption. If anyone ever comes to dinner, we'll pull out the table far enough to use some of the leaves.
Fanart: Jealousy. Various happy/kissy Weilans. Possessive Shen Wei. LGK with strawberry.
Speaking of, I bought strawberries at the store yesterday and despite limiting myself to only, like, ten of them, my guts are Not Happy At All today. 😩 I wonder if raw fruit is a permanent no-go for me, now. The four ounces of blackberries I ate a few months ago wreaked a week-long havoc on my innards. I'm gonna attempt peaches at some point this summer (because peaches) but if those produce a similar result, it's bye-bye fresh fruit. So far I'm fine with dried fruit that's baked in stuff. Crossing fingers that doesn't change.
In happier news, have a new setup for writing! I don't know that it's what helped get me over the hurdle toward WORDS, but it certainly didn't hurt.
The adjustment was motivated by the fact that I've spent so much time on my couch the cushions are starting to deteriorate. There's no other place to sit in my living area besides the floor, though, and while I do spend a lot of time on the floor (I really like sitting on the floor, but my body's not thrilled with it), it's not great for typing. I have a fantastic couch--it's a super old piece that I found for $25 at a yard sale then spent $1,600 to reupholster so I want to extend its life as much as possible.
(Ignore the horrible stain on the wall--the landlord didn't have time to paint before I moved in.)
I needed to figure something out that didn't involve buying new furniture.
Enter The Family Credenza:
(I include the chairs and door to give an idea of scale. This is not a small piece of furniture.)
This beast first belonged to my great grandfather (The Spaniard), purchased when he lived in 1930s Chicago. When my parents moved from Colorado back to Indiana my mom said she was going to get rid of it if nobody wanted it and I pounced before either of her sisters found out. I can't tell you how much it weighs, but every time I've moved, the three grown adults (so far all men) who've tackled it have made grievous noises of complaint. Because it's not just a sideboard, it's a fucking banquet table.
(Telescoping furniture that also serves as storage! This thing is basically a TARDIS.)
So here's where I'm writing now!
(The folding chairs are also antique and were acquired through slightly shady means but their former owners are too dead to come claiming them, so...)
Isn't that cozy? Not real comfortable, but the aesthetic is *chef's kiss*. It's also much closer to my tea station so I think I'm staying better hydrated. Also, because it's not as comfy as the couch, I'm getting up a lot more often.
So that's where I've written the last three thousand words of The Price of Redemption. If anyone ever comes to dinner, we'll pull out the table far enough to use some of the leaves.
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