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Wednesday Update
Aug. 21st, 2019 12:05 pmI'm taking 60cc of ozone regularly now. Which means, I guess, that my body is adjusting better to it--and (one hopes) better utilizing it? Sleep has gone well three nights in a row (*knock*knock*) which is good bc I'm out of sorts mood-wise thanks to ~relationship discussions~ we've been having since fuckin' Monday so overall I'm feeling very blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Felt physically motivated to move several times since last week, though (like, move my body, not move house), so that's progress. Maybe committing to a specific time and activity every day is the next step. But right now, blehhhhhhhhhh.
First chapter of Ghost Story came together nicely. Very happy with how I introduced the SID members. But today I'm slogging through the description of the house (spoiler: the haunted house!) and it's actually kinda...rough? I thought it would be fun to base it on the house I rented for most of the 90s because I fucking loved that place so much (also it might have been lightly haunted?) and it's gonna work great for the story. But every once in a while my memories sorta overwhelm me with...idk, what is it when it's nostalgia for something that actually happened? Reminiscing, I guess. I miss being in that place, I miss the me that lived in the place, just...eh. I fuckin' loved you, 1011 Tennessee Street. I STILL DO.
So yeah, having Feels about my old place. AGAIN.
Felt physically motivated to move several times since last week, though (like, move my body, not move house), so that's progress. Maybe committing to a specific time and activity every day is the next step. But right now, blehhhhhhhhhh.
First chapter of Ghost Story came together nicely. Very happy with how I introduced the SID members. But today I'm slogging through the description of the house (spoiler: the haunted house!) and it's actually kinda...rough? I thought it would be fun to base it on the house I rented for most of the 90s because I fucking loved that place so much (also it might have been lightly haunted?) and it's gonna work great for the story. But every once in a while my memories sorta overwhelm me with...idk, what is it when it's nostalgia for something that actually happened? Reminiscing, I guess. I miss being in that place, I miss the me that lived in the place, just...eh. I fuckin' loved you, 1011 Tennessee Street. I STILL DO.
So yeah, having Feels about my old place. AGAIN.