Scheherazade in Blue Jeans

Administration
Hello to new reader ellyssian!

Sizing
Re: last night's post: Okay, not everyone fits into regular-size clothing. But I do know plenty of people who are a perfect size... 8, let's say. Like my sister. She goes in, she grabs a size-8 dress, it fits her like that dress fit Rory.

And yes, I know that the dress was most likely tailored to fit Alexis Bledel, but it is entirely possible that Rory Gilmore, the fictional character, is a perfect size-whatever.

Medical
Home today. Late nights + new drug levels = doubleplusungood. Last night, was pretty much staggering like a drunk. Today... aw, hell. Yeah. So. I'm home.

I can't even read. Can't concentrate enough.

Hopefully this'll clear up a little by lunchtime. It is, how you say, teh suck.

Consolation
I now have my plane tickets to go visit Master later this month. :)

Getting Stuff Done
Yesterday, I got a bunch of sorting and a somewhat significant amount of filing done. Go me.

Today's goals, provided I can focus: Get some of my $WINTERHOLIDAY gift ideas on my shopping list, and complete the filing. Do some thank-you notes. If my brain returns from wandering the ether, write.

I go now. *plotz*

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There you have it.

I hate it when my brain gets too fried to write. Got exhausted, got up to do something else, and am too frazzled to tap the writerbrain.

Hmph.

6,970 words on the NaNo project, so far. That's not insignificant. It's ahead of the official daily quota. I'm doing okay. I will perhaps file things, I will watch an episode of Greg the Bunny, I will return to the computer at some point today and do more.

The scene that I'm on now doesn't belong in this story. I think I'll excise it and include it later. The rest of this story is exclusively about Jeramie and Alanna, and this is about Jessa. Jeramie and Jessa. But Alanna is nowhere around. So it doesn't fit.

On this post-election day, I suppose it's fitting that Jessa's last words in this segment (not her last words of her life, which are "I love you," to her daughter) are "My conscience will not allow me to stay silent."

The next story is going to be called "Immortal Frankenstein"; it's about a character y'all have already met, but you didn't know he was immortal. Or, well, Frankensteiny.

I'm not going to be reading LJ at all today. Just FYI.

EDIT: Sorted and folded all of Elayna's outgrown clothes and stored them in big Rubbermaid bins for the spring and autumn installments of The Biggest Consignment Sale in the Southeast.

Why do I insist on doing this shit when I'm "out of spoons"? I just can't get used to not being able to do everything that I should be able to do. My brain says, "Just three more chores!" and my body says, "Bitch, please."

I am going to go read catalogs. Which is something I need to do - $WINTERHOLIDAY shopping - but it feels like a relaxing-thing.

I want a sugar daddy.