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lizbeeWork: returned yesterday. I was assigned a job labelled as "assault/affray/serious bodily harm", which I took to mean that my run of sex offences was over. NOPE! It was mislabelled. I'm not sorry I have Wednesdays off.
Arm: healing! I mean, that's how I interpret the nagging itch. Most of the redness has gone, too.
Ankle: sore! I think I overdid it yesterday. For one thing, we control our audio with foot pedals, and it turns out I'm strongly right-footed. And, yes, it's the right ankle that's sprained. Even so, it's not unbearable.
Ovaries: HAH! I HAVEN'T COMPLAINED ABOUT THESE YET! I've had nagging pains in my right side since before Christmas, which at first I put down to some kind of phantom gallbladder syndrome, but I finally went to the doctor last week, and he poked and I yelped, and apparently it's probably something in the ovary department. His money's on a cyst. At least, unlike a surprising number of my friends, I made it through my US trip without an ovary literally exploding.
White Lotus fic: remember how I was crowing that my prompt was exactly what I wanted to write? Yeah, not so much. I have 1014 words, none of which relate to the specific prompt except in terms of the pairing, but I'm sure I can fix that before it's due on, um, this weekend.
TV: Parks & Recreation is so amazing, you guys. Well, not the first season. I had a dream last night that I went back to watch the first season, and it was brilliant. Then I woke up and remembered how terrible the pilot was. But seasons 2-5 of Parks & Rec are so amazing, you guys. The Carrie Diaries is less amazing, what with the post-pilot episodes so far being a bit generic, but I think it has the capacity to improve. If not, at least it's a chance to admire Freema Agyeman in a series of improbable and terrible outfits. Finally, Breaking Bad is quite brilliant, although I'm quite mystified by all the people who say Walt crosses the line in season 4 or 5. Were they not paying attention to the attempted marital rape in the season 2 premiere? Anyway, I'm convinced that, however the timeline works out, Walter White is actually the son of Pete Campbell and Peggy Olsen that was given up for adoption. Turns out that Pete's sense of white, male, middle class American entitlement with a seething underscore of potential violence is genetic.
Books: Are pretty great. I just finished For Darkness Shows the Stars by Diana Peterfreund, a retelling of Persuasion set in a dystopian (or, more accurately, post-dystopian) New Zealand. With steampunk elements. It was quite excellent, and well worth the trouble I went to in order to get a copy. (For some reason, I could buy a prequel novella from the Kindle store, but not the actual novel. In the end, I had to buy a hardback edition from The Strand in New York.) Now, naturally, I'm reading Persuasion again. Turns out I own three copies. This seems reasonable.
Arm: healing! I mean, that's how I interpret the nagging itch. Most of the redness has gone, too.
Ankle: sore! I think I overdid it yesterday. For one thing, we control our audio with foot pedals, and it turns out I'm strongly right-footed. And, yes, it's the right ankle that's sprained. Even so, it's not unbearable.
Ovaries: HAH! I HAVEN'T COMPLAINED ABOUT THESE YET! I've had nagging pains in my right side since before Christmas, which at first I put down to some kind of phantom gallbladder syndrome, but I finally went to the doctor last week, and he poked and I yelped, and apparently it's probably something in the ovary department. His money's on a cyst. At least, unlike a surprising number of my friends, I made it through my US trip without an ovary literally exploding.
White Lotus fic: remember how I was crowing that my prompt was exactly what I wanted to write? Yeah, not so much. I have 1014 words, none of which relate to the specific prompt except in terms of the pairing, but I'm sure I can fix that before it's due on, um, this weekend.
TV: Parks & Recreation is so amazing, you guys. Well, not the first season. I had a dream last night that I went back to watch the first season, and it was brilliant. Then I woke up and remembered how terrible the pilot was. But seasons 2-5 of Parks & Rec are so amazing, you guys. The Carrie Diaries is less amazing, what with the post-pilot episodes so far being a bit generic, but I think it has the capacity to improve. If not, at least it's a chance to admire Freema Agyeman in a series of improbable and terrible outfits. Finally, Breaking Bad is quite brilliant, although I'm quite mystified by all the people who say Walt crosses the line in season 4 or 5. Were they not paying attention to the attempted marital rape in the season 2 premiere? Anyway, I'm convinced that, however the timeline works out, Walter White is actually the son of Pete Campbell and Peggy Olsen that was given up for adoption. Turns out that Pete's sense of white, male, middle class American entitlement with a seething underscore of potential violence is genetic.
Books: Are pretty great. I just finished For Darkness Shows the Stars by Diana Peterfreund, a retelling of Persuasion set in a dystopian (or, more accurately, post-dystopian) New Zealand. With steampunk elements. It was quite excellent, and well worth the trouble I went to in order to get a copy. (For some reason, I could buy a prequel novella from the Kindle store, but not the actual novel. In the end, I had to buy a hardback edition from The Strand in New York.) Now, naturally, I'm reading Persuasion again. Turns out I own three copies. This seems reasonable.
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Date: 2013-01-30 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-01-30 04:22 am (UTC)*winces* Sounds like it really sucks. I thought I could have a thick skin for that kind of thing in legal work, but then lo and behold, we got a divorce-related case at my office (we're dealing with some of the non-divorce legal issues) that involved reading through reams and reams of abusive emails from one spouse to another, and it was just grindingly awful. I far prefer reading through reams and reams of dry business emails. Hope you get to move on to a less terrible case soon!
...at least it's a chance to admire Freema Agyeman in a series of improbable and terrible outfits.
Date: 2013-02-07 03:29 pm (UTC)Huh, I suspected a lot of those outfits in The Carrie Diaries were not actually from the 80's, or even reproductions. The fit was much more baggy.