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Aug. 27th, 2010 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI have not apparently lost my phone after all, despite all evidences. Later better evidence suggests that I took it to bed with me last night, and left it all tucked up warm this morning.
(What's that you say? Drunken? Nooo! I admit to drinking last night, with a certain - a very certain - poet of my acquaintance; but not enough to make me drunken. Though I may possibly have swallowed a quantity of codeine alongside the alcohol, which the label on the bottle strongly forbids. They might interact, I guess. I dunno: I tried asking the internets, but they were less than helpful.)
Today I have kept the Tens machine on allll day, which means I get to sidestep the pain in a curious way, only now my arm aches in a bad kind and I feel ever so slightly peculiar. I am considering the admixture as before, swilling down some codeine with this bottle of Wolf Blass and see where that gets me. I don't much care where it gets me, to be honest, as long as it's somewhere else than here and I get this work finished. I have to write twelve hundred words on Bryan Talbot. By tomorrow. Which isn't inherently hard, but the words need to make sense and be interesting; and, y'know. He's the only comics guy I read, so I'm not ideally situated to place his work in any kind of context. Guess I'll just end up talking about myself, as usual...
(What's that you say? Drunken? Nooo! I admit to drinking last night, with a certain - a very certain - poet of my acquaintance; but not enough to make me drunken. Though I may possibly have swallowed a quantity of codeine alongside the alcohol, which the label on the bottle strongly forbids. They might interact, I guess. I dunno: I tried asking the internets, but they were less than helpful.)
Today I have kept the Tens machine on allll day, which means I get to sidestep the pain in a curious way, only now my arm aches in a bad kind and I feel ever so slightly peculiar. I am considering the admixture as before, swilling down some codeine with this bottle of Wolf Blass and see where that gets me. I don't much care where it gets me, to be honest, as long as it's somewhere else than here and I get this work finished. I have to write twelve hundred words on Bryan Talbot. By tomorrow. Which isn't inherently hard, but the words need to make sense and be interesting; and, y'know. He's the only comics guy I read, so I'm not ideally situated to place his work in any kind of context. Guess I'll just end up talking about myself, as usual...