Have some links since that's about all I'm good for today
Charming superhero-inspired bodyweight workouts.
This is a really good bra-fitting tutorial.
Bill Nye Getting High. I would ask if this is a real clip but I don't actually want to know if it's not, so don't tell me.
In case you missed it on my Tumblr, check out this post about using a comma to end a sentence. I FUCKING LOVE LANGUAGE.
Terry Crews is amazing. He's also a feminist. Fuck yeah, Terry Crews.
More information on the mind-gut connection, with a handy graphic! I don't think all diseases (physical, psychological, whatever-al) are attributable to what's going on elsewhere in our bodies, but I think a lot of them can be, and it's a good place to start on a path to health.
How to tie a bow tie. Informative and mesmerizing!
The fact that people actually are capable of communication under these conditions astounds me. It's an honest miracle that we haven't destroyed ourselves yet.
I experienced what might have been the worst menstrual cramps of my life last night. They woke me just before 2am and kept me awake until nearly 5am. I told![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mckitterick 4am, but as I was typing this, I remembered seeing the clock at 4:37. They came in waves, like birth contractions (which, you know, they kind of are) and were so strong that at certain points I had to bury my face in a pillow because I couldn't not make noise and I didn't want to wake mckitterick (who, btw, sleeps in another room that is how worried I was about the noise I was making). This morning my feet hurt from my toes curling, my ankles are sore from me rubbing my feet on them for distraction, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have bruises on my thighs from gripping them so hard during particularly bad moments. I'm not exaggerating when I say it felt like torture. They just wouldn't stop. I'd get a few moments (maybe twenty seconds every fifteen or twenty minutes) where my uterus would rest for a moment and then it would all start again. For three hours. I'm fucking exhausted. The intensity of the cramps might have been partially caused by the rolling-out session I did before bed where I targeted my groin and psoas muscles. I think I might have given myself an accidental Mayan Abdominal Massage or something similar.
I really really really hope I somehow manage to avoid having my period during the con.
This is a really good bra-fitting tutorial.
Bill Nye Getting High. I would ask if this is a real clip but I don't actually want to know if it's not, so don't tell me.
In case you missed it on my Tumblr, check out this post about using a comma to end a sentence. I FUCKING LOVE LANGUAGE.
Terry Crews is amazing. He's also a feminist. Fuck yeah, Terry Crews.
More information on the mind-gut connection, with a handy graphic! I don't think all diseases (physical, psychological, whatever-al) are attributable to what's going on elsewhere in our bodies, but I think a lot of them can be, and it's a good place to start on a path to health.
How to tie a bow tie. Informative and mesmerizing!
The fact that people actually are capable of communication under these conditions astounds me. It's an honest miracle that we haven't destroyed ourselves yet.
I experienced what might have been the worst menstrual cramps of my life last night. They woke me just before 2am and kept me awake until nearly 5am. I told
mckitterick 4am, but as I was typing this, I remembered seeing the clock at 4:37. They came in waves, like birth contractions (which, you know, they kind of are) and were so strong that at certain points I had to bury my face in a pillow because I couldn't not make noise and I didn't want to wake mckitterick (who, btw, sleeps in another room that is how worried I was about the noise I was making). This morning my feet hurt from my toes curling, my ankles are sore from me rubbing my feet on them for distraction, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have bruises on my thighs from gripping them so hard during particularly bad moments. I'm not exaggerating when I say it felt like torture. They just wouldn't stop. I'd get a few moments (maybe twenty seconds every fifteen or twenty minutes) where my uterus would rest for a moment and then it would all start again. For three hours. I'm fucking exhausted. The intensity of the cramps might have been partially caused by the rolling-out session I did before bed where I targeted my groin and psoas muscles. I think I might have given myself an accidental Mayan Abdominal Massage or something similar. I really really really hope I somehow manage to avoid having my period during the con.