Strange days
Nov. 15th, 2010 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt's a very funny thing, but I have poured myself this glass of wine, because it is that time of night, and - well, I just don't particularly want to drink it. There's nothing wrong with the wine, you understand, the wrongness is in me: but it tastes heavy in my mouth and lies heavy in my stomach, and, well. Do not want, really.
I can't be sickening again, surely? Not already?
In other news, it's all very well having a daylight-simulator on my desk here to try to cheer me up, but right now I have a fluffy-black-cloud simulator lying exactly between it and me, entirely obscurin' its rays. Maybe Baz is feeling low, and wants to cheer himself up...?
I dunno whether it's the wine or the putative sickness or the ache in my bones* or what, but I really don't want to work tonight. Which, given that I only wrote five hundred words this morning, is ... not encouraging. I need to be blasting stuff out, and I'm crawling here. Hrrumph. *scowls at self*
*Yes, my skeleton continues to ache in new and unexpected directions. Can this have anything to do with the fact that I keep waking up to find a cat asleep on me, applying unaccustomed weight and stress to my hip or belly? Heavy cat is heavy, and the other one acquires mass in dreaming...
I can't be sickening again, surely? Not already?
In other news, it's all very well having a daylight-simulator on my desk here to try to cheer me up, but right now I have a fluffy-black-cloud simulator lying exactly between it and me, entirely obscurin' its rays. Maybe Baz is feeling low, and wants to cheer himself up...?
I dunno whether it's the wine or the putative sickness or the ache in my bones* or what, but I really don't want to work tonight. Which, given that I only wrote five hundred words this morning, is ... not encouraging. I need to be blasting stuff out, and I'm crawling here. Hrrumph. *scowls at self*
*Yes, my skeleton continues to ache in new and unexpected directions. Can this have anything to do with the fact that I keep waking up to find a cat asleep on me, applying unaccustomed weight and stress to my hip or belly? Heavy cat is heavy, and the other one acquires mass in dreaming...