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carolinecrane) wrote2012-06-28 09:58 am
carolinecrane) wrote2012-06-28 09:58 am
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Thursday morning miscellany.
My sister is still not letting me do a lot of stuff, mainly because I'm still in so much pain, so yesterday she swung by my work to get the little market cart I usually use to pick up our CSA box on Wednesdays. My niece and nephew were with her and she opened the car so they could say hello. I haven't seen them since...last Friday, maybe? Anyway, as soon as she opened the door Zachary said, "Auntie, how's your blood? Is your nose stopped bleeding? What about your mouth?"
Oh my God, that kid. I could eat him up. Then Mia reached out for a hug without saying a word, and honestly the worst part about all of this is that I scared them so much. I promised I'd come over this weekend and swim with them, even though it's going to be 100 degrees here this weekend and hanging around outside doesn't sound appealing at all. It'll probably be good for me.
But let's not talk about my stupid face anymore. There's nothing to say anyway, other than "Ow" and also "I'm so TIRED". And the roof of my mouth hurts all the time no matter what I do. But I'm making it through full work days, so clearly I am getting better. I'm just not going to think about the fact that I'm going to have to go through this recovery all over again after my next surgery. It probably won't be so bad next time. At least I won't have lost as much blood.
Today's my last work day for the week. On the agenda for this weekend is: Sleep. Write a little. Watch that movie I borrowed through ILL. Sleep some more. Go swimming at my sister's house. Then get some sleep. I'm looking forward to it.
All my h/c bingo fills are going kind of angsty and impossibly long. I mean, I suppose I should expect that, but still. The angst is a good way to work through the trauma of my life the past two weeks, but it's way more exhausting than writing fluff. Still, though, I do have plans for some wingfic, so I'm excited about that. Though it'll probably also be angsty.
Squares I still haven't figured out how to fill: serial killers, toothache, drowning. I have tentative plans for the rest of them, though I keep changing my mind or coming up with two ideas I love equally and then it's all Sophie's Choice up in here. Also I'm kind of getting over my crush on Teen Wolf fic, so I'm starting to think about possible different fills for the squares I'd originally assigned to any theoretical Teen Wolf fic I might have someday in the future considered writing. I still haven't gotten past the pilot, so I don't have any business thinking about writing fic anyway.
Honestly I think I've just reached my limit with sort-of-okay-but-not-really fic featuring the words 'pack' and 'mate' and 'pups'. Because honestly. Big Wolf on Campus might have been cheesy, but at least Tommy was still treated like an actual human. Not that there isn't great Teen Wolf fic out there or anything. I think I've just hit the wall in terms of mainlining the same story over and over and over. (And what's with the sudden rash of Hunger Games AUs? Someone must have left a kink meme prompt or something, but there are like five of them all at once, all WIPs, and you know that means none of them will be finished.
I should probably watch The Avengers so I can branch out and read some of that fic. I can't sit in a movie theater long enough to get through an entire movie right now, though, and I have a feeling the sound system would make my brain feel like it was caving in.
Anyway, yeah, bingo. That's about what my brain can handle these days. At least I have a fantastic idea for my Wild Card spot. I'm going to use 'post traumatic stress disorder' as my prompt. It's going to be super angsty and ridic and probably way too long and feature a pairing no one wants to read. I just hope I can pull it off.
But none of the above matters, because I have a bunch of boring work to catch up on today so I can take tomorrow off without worrying about what kind of a disaster I'm going to walk into on Monday. Though my coworkers have been pretty amazing about picking up the slack, I have to say. I have no idea what's come over them, but I'm grateful.
Oh my God, that kid. I could eat him up. Then Mia reached out for a hug without saying a word, and honestly the worst part about all of this is that I scared them so much. I promised I'd come over this weekend and swim with them, even though it's going to be 100 degrees here this weekend and hanging around outside doesn't sound appealing at all. It'll probably be good for me.
But let's not talk about my stupid face anymore. There's nothing to say anyway, other than "Ow" and also "I'm so TIRED". And the roof of my mouth hurts all the time no matter what I do. But I'm making it through full work days, so clearly I am getting better. I'm just not going to think about the fact that I'm going to have to go through this recovery all over again after my next surgery. It probably won't be so bad next time. At least I won't have lost as much blood.
Today's my last work day for the week. On the agenda for this weekend is: Sleep. Write a little. Watch that movie I borrowed through ILL. Sleep some more. Go swimming at my sister's house. Then get some sleep. I'm looking forward to it.
All my h/c bingo fills are going kind of angsty and impossibly long. I mean, I suppose I should expect that, but still. The angst is a good way to work through the trauma of my life the past two weeks, but it's way more exhausting than writing fluff. Still, though, I do have plans for some wingfic, so I'm excited about that. Though it'll probably also be angsty.
Squares I still haven't figured out how to fill: serial killers, toothache, drowning. I have tentative plans for the rest of them, though I keep changing my mind or coming up with two ideas I love equally and then it's all Sophie's Choice up in here. Also I'm kind of getting over my crush on Teen Wolf fic, so I'm starting to think about possible different fills for the squares I'd originally assigned to any theoretical Teen Wolf fic I might have someday in the future considered writing. I still haven't gotten past the pilot, so I don't have any business thinking about writing fic anyway.
Honestly I think I've just reached my limit with sort-of-okay-but-not-really fic featuring the words 'pack' and 'mate' and 'pups'. Because honestly. Big Wolf on Campus might have been cheesy, but at least Tommy was still treated like an actual human. Not that there isn't great Teen Wolf fic out there or anything. I think I've just hit the wall in terms of mainlining the same story over and over and over. (And what's with the sudden rash of Hunger Games AUs? Someone must have left a kink meme prompt or something, but there are like five of them all at once, all WIPs, and you know that means none of them will be finished.
I should probably watch The Avengers so I can branch out and read some of that fic. I can't sit in a movie theater long enough to get through an entire movie right now, though, and I have a feeling the sound system would make my brain feel like it was caving in.
Anyway, yeah, bingo. That's about what my brain can handle these days. At least I have a fantastic idea for my Wild Card spot. I'm going to use 'post traumatic stress disorder' as my prompt. It's going to be super angsty and ridic and probably way too long and feature a pairing no one wants to read. I just hope I can pull it off.
But none of the above matters, because I have a bunch of boring work to catch up on today so I can take tomorrow off without worrying about what kind of a disaster I'm going to walk into on Monday. Though my coworkers have been pretty amazing about picking up the slack, I have to say. I have no idea what's come over them, but I'm grateful.