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desperanceSo far today, I have:
woken up with the same headache I took to bed last night, which at least demonstrates consistency, I guess*;
opened the first door on the advent calendar, and eaten the chocolate therebehind (dark choc marzipan, in the shape of a bell; and I have not encountered an advent calendar since I was a kid, when I do not believe they came with added chocolate - all I remember is pictures, and quarrelling over whose turn it was to reveal the next);
fielded a phone-call from my publisher, to learn that Bitter Waters will be a featured Indie Book of the Month in Kirkus come January;
published Light Errant on Kobo, to go alongside Dead of Light which went up yesterday and Dispossession some months back, for those of you who can use that format;
started a sourdough loaf, hurrah; and
emptied the dishwasher. Don't mock me. I am so degraded that small household tasks feel like significant achievements. This afternoon I propose to work further on the unfucking of my study, as my head - or my headache - is beyond me.
*There was also koffing in the middle of the night, but that at least seems to have passed over.
woken up with the same headache I took to bed last night, which at least demonstrates consistency, I guess*;
opened the first door on the advent calendar, and eaten the chocolate therebehind (dark choc marzipan, in the shape of a bell; and I have not encountered an advent calendar since I was a kid, when I do not believe they came with added chocolate - all I remember is pictures, and quarrelling over whose turn it was to reveal the next);
fielded a phone-call from my publisher, to learn that Bitter Waters will be a featured Indie Book of the Month in Kirkus come January;
published Light Errant on Kobo, to go alongside Dead of Light which went up yesterday and Dispossession some months back, for those of you who can use that format;
started a sourdough loaf, hurrah; and
emptied the dishwasher. Don't mock me. I am so degraded that small household tasks feel like significant achievements. This afternoon I propose to work further on the unfucking of my study, as my head - or my headache - is beyond me.
*There was also koffing in the middle of the night, but that at least seems to have passed over.
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Date: 2014-12-01 08:21 pm (UTC)I suspect the picture kind is very old. Essentially, a devotional device.
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Date: 2014-12-01 08:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-12-01 08:31 pm (UTC)"One of the most exciting Advent Calendars on the market.
They have lovely old designs and some history scattered around. Surprisingly, these things are NOT that old.
The glitter was hand-applied with a template!
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Date: 2014-12-01 09:28 pm (UTC)[No. I am totally not going to become a collector of nostalgic advent calendars. Totally not.]