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I really love sleep. My relationship with sleep was once tempestuous at best, but now I am super enthusiastic about it. So much so that I apparently injured my left shoulder and right knee in my sleep last night. I rock. Ibuprofen hasn't touched it, so I may need to go out and buy something stronger. I don't mind doing that, though, because medicine is so cheap here! My friends in the United States, have you ever dreamed of getting Tylenol for less than two cents per pill? Blah blah blah exchange rates, but YOU CAN DO THAT HERE. *______*
Today, I helped my mother start a passive-aggressive argument (some mutual friends of ours were posting some really offensive and fatphobic things and my mother may be tiny, but she will cut you for that shit, probably because of having two daughters who were underweight when they DEVELOPED their eating disorders) on Facebook. It was the greatest thing we've done together since my dad died and is making me think we may have our normal relationship again. As much as I miss her, I think having an ocean between us is the best thing that's happened to our relationship.
Other than that, real life is boring, the Jets AND Lightning lost last night, I'm going to work the word "cunning" into this paper on the linguistic turn sometime tonight (people I talk to elsewhere should yell at me if I'm not working from now until Sunday, btw), I need to finish Youngblood in hopes that the guy will do something that doesn't remind me of Patrick Kane (about all he's done so far that hasn't is he was kind of bad at drinking, but whatever, RPF doesn't have canon anyway!!!), and I need to reread the paper I have a meeting about tomorrow. And somewhere in there I might write some really self-indulgent fic because I do not give a fuck.
Today, I helped my mother start a passive-aggressive argument (some mutual friends of ours were posting some really offensive and fatphobic things and my mother may be tiny, but she will cut you for that shit, probably because of having two daughters who were underweight when they DEVELOPED their eating disorders) on Facebook. It was the greatest thing we've done together since my dad died and is making me think we may have our normal relationship again. As much as I miss her, I think having an ocean between us is the best thing that's happened to our relationship.
Other than that, real life is boring, the Jets AND Lightning lost last night, I'm going to work the word "cunning" into this paper on the linguistic turn sometime tonight (people I talk to elsewhere should yell at me if I'm not working from now until Sunday, btw), I need to finish Youngblood in hopes that the guy will do something that doesn't remind me of Patrick Kane (about all he's done so far that hasn't is he was kind of bad at drinking, but whatever, RPF doesn't have canon anyway!!!), and I need to reread the paper I have a meeting about tomorrow. And somewhere in there I might write some really self-indulgent fic because I do not give a fuck.
