Grimbold the Dwarven: His Making
Jan. 15th, 2011 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis blog is now, as I forewarned you, relentlessly positive.
If anyone can spot the positivity in the Post Office's losing of a parcel, do let me know. (And if anyone actually sent me a parcel that might have tried to arrive two days ago, knowledge of that might help...)
In other news, my shoulder is increasingly acheful, in the bad way: to the point where I am havering now between the contrasting merits of codeine and the Tens machine. There are temptations and drawbacks on both sides, as you would expect. I should probably make a decision soon, one way or the other. Early intervention counts for more.
So, yup. Relentlessly positive. Between the disappointment and the pain, between the sickness and the fear falls - well, not I. Not yet. I'm almost resentful. Given how truly appalling this week has been, I kinda feel entitled to give up. Draw the curtains, lock the door, sprawl on the sofa, watch DVDs and drink myself stupid and not care.
And no, today as yesterday I have been to the Lit & Phil and written a short ration of words. It's all crap, obviously, and quite quite pointless in the circs, but still. Words there are. And will be more, perhaps, a few. And I shall sort a few books (I am Organising the Library, recipe subdivision: it's complicated), and then head south and be sociable, of a sort. If I don't fall over entirely, 'twixt now and then.
If anyone can spot the positivity in the Post Office's losing of a parcel, do let me know. (And if anyone actually sent me a parcel that might have tried to arrive two days ago, knowledge of that might help...)
In other news, my shoulder is increasingly acheful, in the bad way: to the point where I am havering now between the contrasting merits of codeine and the Tens machine. There are temptations and drawbacks on both sides, as you would expect. I should probably make a decision soon, one way or the other. Early intervention counts for more.
So, yup. Relentlessly positive. Between the disappointment and the pain, between the sickness and the fear falls - well, not I. Not yet. I'm almost resentful. Given how truly appalling this week has been, I kinda feel entitled to give up. Draw the curtains, lock the door, sprawl on the sofa, watch DVDs and drink myself stupid and not care.
And no, today as yesterday I have been to the Lit & Phil and written a short ration of words. It's all crap, obviously, and quite quite pointless in the circs, but still. Words there are. And will be more, perhaps, a few. And I shall sort a few books (I am Organising the Library, recipe subdivision: it's complicated), and then head south and be sociable, of a sort. If I don't fall over entirely, 'twixt now and then.