* The writerbrain is mired by all of the rest of the stuff that's going on in my world. *sigh* I need to get to the writing. In particular, I'd like to finish the Fenris-and-Julia bit from the "I can't" prompt. Fenris has been on my mind quite a lot lately.
* Got some cleaning done in Miss Kid's room, and I feel good about that.
* Also, a note, already communicated to the person in question: remember my dilemma over something that I found unpleasant and distressing, and the person thought I should have specified it as a hard limit, but I didn't, because I've always been fine with it before him and one other person?
...it's a pain thing. Meaning, my limit has moved, due to the possible-fibromyalgia. My pain processing has gone unpredictable. That's what it is. I'm currently unable to manage my usual degree of painsluttery. I ... really hope that that is not permanent.
* Post-shower, I smell like BPAL's Beaven Moon. What does Beaver Moon smell like? Spice-cake cupcakes, lavishly frosted.