Day: July 8, 2022

Back to the usual morning routine, whee. That’s a lot of email stacked up, but also a new coworker (the one I interviewed the other week, who received universally glowing reviews).

I rotated both my mattress and my computer desk around the Z axes, one because it probably needs to get crushed evenly and the other because it’s only been a million years since there was anyone who could look over my shoulder. We’ll see if either change makes any difference.

Etymology. With tentacles.

Read: This unexpected activity in my withered, black aortic arches… Is this what humans call feelings?

Written: 575 kitten words, and I think I’m giving my kitten the existential dreads! I know it has to be resolved, because other characters have had decades to deal with this, but I’m not sure how. Anyway, 2909/3000 for the week so far.

I finished grocery shopping before the time I even got out of bed yesterday, so I guess that’s something. Then I didn’t accomplish much the rest of the day, because I’m still useless. Also the pharmacy is persistently failing to restock on the gila monster venom I’m supposed to inject tomorrow.

Played: Nothing, Ken and Brand are both not up to gaming.

Read: Fangs and Fennel (Shannon Mayer): Second in the trilogy about a mild-mannered church-going baker who gets turned into a giant snake monster and has to try to keep what she can of her life while dealing with cheating husbands, hot vampires, racism, and divine intrigue.

Read: Magic Artisan Dahlia Wilts No More vol 1 (Megumi Sumikawa, Hisaya Amagishi, Kei): An engineer from modern Japan dies of overwork after being given a nontechnical job and is reborn as the daughter of a magic artificer in a fantasy world. Life ensues, including stupid men, patent disputes, and general sexism, but she gets through it.

Written: 613 words. I’m not sure I like any of them, but they were written, so 2334/3000 for the week.