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[the_rck]

I'm supposed to be in bed right now, but reflux is keeping me up. It finally got bad enough that I decided to come out to the living room for a while and mess around online in hopes that things will settle. I suspect that the problem is the quarter glass of fruit juice I had two hours ago. The ingredients list said "grape juice," and I assumed white. By the flavor, sadly, it's purple and thus acid poison. The trouble I'm having would seem to support the notion that it was in fact purple. Ah, well, Scott gets another bottle of juice all to himself.

I figure I'll try about half an hour up and about before heading back to bed. Maybe things will improve enough by then for me to be able to sleep. I'm actually pretty tired.

Maybe I'll even get something written on "Rheotaxis." I've been feeling oddly uninspired during the last week, so I've only inched forward. If I can get through the current scene, I'll be working on something more challenging and, possibly, more likely to keep my attention in the face of physical ailments. (I can hope, anyway.) I think the problem with the current scene is that my point of view character is being extremely passive. He doesn't like his options but has no energy to try to use any of them to get something better. He'll improve once he's had some time to recover, but... I almost wouldn't write this scene except it's important to developing how the other character involved is acting. Maybe I should switch pov... But I've made it a rule to stick with this particular character whenever he's conscious and in a scene; he is, after all, the main character.

Just some midnight(ish) ramblings...

Comments

[alessar.livejournal.com]

You know, I would assume all grape juice is purple unless specifically stated otherwise.

[the_rck]

I probably should. It's hard because sometimes they do mean white grape juice. I gambled on this blend because it didn't *look* like it had purple grape juice in it; the fluid's not very dark, at least not given that it's a cranberry blend (Kroger brand).

Ah, well, I won't be pregnant forever.

[lunargeography.livejournal.com]

I rather suspect it's beginning to feel as though you had been, though.