The Weight(tm) came over me as I was arranging coffee and pills this morning. I wish I knew what was dragging me down so I could make certain it was going to fuck off.
And this was before I found out that Patrick Stewart has passed on.
I will be seeing to my stupid fucking ankle and doing the daily tale, and a few household tasks... but I'm already fighting gravity while doing it.
I'm trying to get fitter. Curing this bullshit with carbs is not a great idea. I don't need a supreme lack of energy making it less than possible to drag myself through the day.
BUT the catbox waits for nobody and neither does the flash fiction. I aim to have more time to indulge in Dressmaker because I want the ENTIRE damn story. I hear there's lesbians.
Every story is better with lesbians if you can't get trans people.
BTW I got to Grandmaster inside of four plays. Go me.
Onwards to my allotted dose of nonsense.