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gracedpalmerCreativity v. low for the past several days, probably in part due to lingering plague. Even the rats have it. Also quite depressed, which is in part early dark and in part misbehaving girl bits. Curse you, girl bits.
Wrote far more than quota today, so yay to monies. Have done a bit of work on a digital painting that wants to be by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, but won't be. Played a little Baldur's Gate, which I have never played before, but keep comparing it unfavorably to Arcanum. The engine is the same, but I can do so much less. This probably has something to do with the fact that one of these games is earlier.
Got feverish enough to lose my brain almost completely while running errands today. Was a bit like being tipsy, which I also don't want to try in a large store.
Have consumed spicy lecso sandwich, making beans and rice for tomorrow's lunch. Do not seem to have enough in me to make bread of late, however. The depression warning system is at store bread.
Rereading Ian McLeod's The Light Ages, which I highly recommend. Peakoil magic steampunk with a pretty solid knowledge of the Victorian. I have the sequel, as well, which I intend to devour later.
Rats are spherical. My little tsars (Ivan and Pyotr) enlarge themselves daily.
I really wish I could convince my brain that everything is fine and nothing is on fire.
Wrote far more than quota today, so yay to monies. Have done a bit of work on a digital painting that wants to be by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, but won't be. Played a little Baldur's Gate, which I have never played before, but keep comparing it unfavorably to Arcanum. The engine is the same, but I can do so much less. This probably has something to do with the fact that one of these games is earlier.
Got feverish enough to lose my brain almost completely while running errands today. Was a bit like being tipsy, which I also don't want to try in a large store.
Have consumed spicy lecso sandwich, making beans and rice for tomorrow's lunch. Do not seem to have enough in me to make bread of late, however. The depression warning system is at store bread.
Rereading Ian McLeod's The Light Ages, which I highly recommend. Peak
Rats are spherical. My little tsars (Ivan and Pyotr) enlarge themselves daily.
I really wish I could convince my brain that everything is fine and nothing is on fire.
