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Sep. 21st, 2016 12:16 pmI’ve been cold brewing some fruity herbal teas that are too acidic for me when brewed normally. It really does cut down on the acidity. I still won’t buy those particular teas again, but at least this way, what I’ve bought already won’t go to waste.
Our internet is blipping in and out or was earlier this morning. I can’t actually tell if it’s steady now or if I’m just asking for things at moments when we have service.
I managed to drop the Girl Scout stuff off at the school yesterday. I put it off for quite a long time but finally made it out the door at 2:00. I went out the back door of the building so that I’d have a longer walk home and get a little more exercise. I overheated quite a lot, unfortunately, and really wanted a shower by the time I got home.
I couldn’t shower, however, because, while I was walking home, I got a call from the folks who do maintenance on our furnace. They were supposed to come do a tune up today and wanted to know if it was all right for them to come yesterday instead. I wasn’t sure when the technician would arrive (three hour window) and really didn’t want to have shampoo in my hair when he did.
I heard back from my psychiatrist. She’s puzzled by my reaction to Zoloft because most people have the opposite problem to the one I have. She endorsed the Benefiber option but added that I’m the one who has to make the call about when side effects are too much.
I woke with a headache again today, but it was gone by the time my tea was done steeping, so I don’t know what was going on with that. Sleep last night was okay but interrupted. Scott’s cell phone alarm went off at 2:30 which is when he needs it for days when he goes in early. Then his alarm failed to go off at 5:00. Fortunately, I woke only a few minutes after it should have gone off and was able to wake him.
I think I was quite accurate about the Amber fic I just posted being an audience of me story. That’s not a complaint. I knew it going in. I just wonder, given that, why I want to write a sequel. I do, though. I have no idea where it might go, but I want to find out. If the words come as fast as they did for The Fruit of Your Intents, it’s not even a huge time commitment.
Right now, I need to work on my UCon game scenario. I’m currently trying to come up with names I like for the player characters. I want all the characters to be playable male or female since I have no idea what sort of mix I’ll get in that direction, and it’ll be easier if I can use the same names either way. There’s one character I want to be female, so I’m poking at that one to see what changes if the character were played male instead. I’d have to rename the character, but that’s doable.
The scenario is a mystery, so I have to plan clues and red herrings and to write up the backstory since I’ll be throwing the characters in relatively late in the sequence of events. It’s just that the first few things that happened weren’t taken seriously and weren’t publicly obvious. The scenario starts after something that’s big enough that it can’t be hidden or waved away as trivial.
Our internet is blipping in and out or was earlier this morning. I can’t actually tell if it’s steady now or if I’m just asking for things at moments when we have service.
I managed to drop the Girl Scout stuff off at the school yesterday. I put it off for quite a long time but finally made it out the door at 2:00. I went out the back door of the building so that I’d have a longer walk home and get a little more exercise. I overheated quite a lot, unfortunately, and really wanted a shower by the time I got home.
I couldn’t shower, however, because, while I was walking home, I got a call from the folks who do maintenance on our furnace. They were supposed to come do a tune up today and wanted to know if it was all right for them to come yesterday instead. I wasn’t sure when the technician would arrive (three hour window) and really didn’t want to have shampoo in my hair when he did.
I heard back from my psychiatrist. She’s puzzled by my reaction to Zoloft because most people have the opposite problem to the one I have. She endorsed the Benefiber option but added that I’m the one who has to make the call about when side effects are too much.
I woke with a headache again today, but it was gone by the time my tea was done steeping, so I don’t know what was going on with that. Sleep last night was okay but interrupted. Scott’s cell phone alarm went off at 2:30 which is when he needs it for days when he goes in early. Then his alarm failed to go off at 5:00. Fortunately, I woke only a few minutes after it should have gone off and was able to wake him.
I think I was quite accurate about the Amber fic I just posted being an audience of me story. That’s not a complaint. I knew it going in. I just wonder, given that, why I want to write a sequel. I do, though. I have no idea where it might go, but I want to find out. If the words come as fast as they did for The Fruit of Your Intents, it’s not even a huge time commitment.
Right now, I need to work on my UCon game scenario. I’m currently trying to come up with names I like for the player characters. I want all the characters to be playable male or female since I have no idea what sort of mix I’ll get in that direction, and it’ll be easier if I can use the same names either way. There’s one character I want to be female, so I’m poking at that one to see what changes if the character were played male instead. I’d have to rename the character, but that’s doable.
The scenario is a mystery, so I have to plan clues and red herrings and to write up the backstory since I’ll be throwing the characters in relatively late in the sequence of events. It’s just that the first few things that happened weren’t taken seriously and weren’t publicly obvious. The scenario starts after something that’s big enough that it can’t be hidden or waved away as trivial.
