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desperancePages: three. One before coffee, two after shopping. Some people swim better than others, apparently.
Progress: backward. Two weeks ago, I thought I could finish this book in fifty pages. Since then I have written eighty-seven pages, and no longer believe that I can finish it in another fifty. This ... depresses me. Also, who cares if some people swim better than others?
I am going to eat a sammich and bake a cake. A big heavy season-appropriate fruit cake. Which I will then marzipan and ice, and then eat. By myself, largely. That'll fix this weight-loss thing. I'm down a stone now, more or less, but cake will give it back. Oh, yes.
Progress: backward. Two weeks ago, I thought I could finish this book in fifty pages. Since then I have written eighty-seven pages, and no longer believe that I can finish it in another fifty. This ... depresses me. Also, who cares if some people swim better than others?
I am going to eat a sammich and bake a cake. A big heavy season-appropriate fruit cake. Which I will then marzipan and ice, and then eat. By myself, largely. That'll fix this weight-loss thing. I'm down a stone now, more or less, but cake will give it back. Oh, yes.