My voice felt better, but my body was clearly still fighting something off. I felt lethargic and annoyed. I spent three separate days rotting, which is a lot, and goes way beyond my once-a-month quota. Something wasn’t right in my brain, but I’ve since figured it out and am taking care of it. #
I did start being more physically active. #
Saturday was Valentine’s day, which I spent by having an extremely mediocre breakfast at Backer&Charlie, working with some friends in the afternoon, watching Wuthering Heights in the evening, and making/having dinner with more friends at night. #
I was unexpectedly sad for most of the day. Historically I haven’t cared about the day too much but my last primary partner cared a lot, and it felt so strange not letting myself get caught up in the capitalist frenzy that this “holiday” becomes. There is something to be said about the comfort and ease of following a LifeScript as a stand-in for romance. But this year, instead of spending the day with a primary partner, I met six - SIX! - different friends and had such a good time. Not a party, but six different people who embody some version of home is a good day. #
I was going to read WhatMurdah’s Bloody, Slutty and Pathetic for the THIRD time before I decided it was enough, and asked on groups for similar fic that has excellent character development and political manoeuvring. I was given a few but none seemed appealing until Sahiti proposed a fix trade - they would read BSP if I read a fic of their choosing. Since I mostly wanted to spread the good gospel and to squeal about the fic myself, I agreed. Now I am reading a rewrite of the series and am wondering what I have gotten myself into. #
I watched Wuthering Heights in the theatre and wrote about my thoughts. #
Mad at everyone that a random running music playlist creator has given me more rock made by women than any person or algorithm has in the last 5 years. Listened to and really enjoyed #