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Jul. 2nd, 2008 08:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7My sleep schedule is off ever since that late-nighter I pulled. I am so old I can't even do an all-nighter anymore; it got to be 4:30 and in college I would've been like, "Eh fuck it I'll just stay up," but nowadays... Bleh.
I went errand-running yesterday in flip-flops. My knees were already hurting me. Today they're threatening to crawl out of my flesh and up to my neck and strangle me. There's a sort of buzzing feeling when I sit still sometimes. It's rather upsetting.
I have been neglecting my PT. Boo. It's just... so boring. That's my problem with exercise in general. And I'm not getting enough exercise; my body is creaky and bored and old and I'm having weird body dysmorphia issues again.
Was reviewing bout footage, looking at various things that happened, and it is really hard on me to have to see myself on video. I mean really hard. I do not, do not do not like seeing myself on film and even less on video. I don't know why! I quite like my appearance in the mirror, but somehow find myself deeply disturbing in appearance in photos and videos. I haven't the tools to analyze that one, but am a little creeped out by how I have to fast-forward through the jams I'm in. I don't really like that I feel like that. It's' not even vanity, that I'm unhappy with my appearance in some cosmetic manner, it's more like... I don't know. I just dislike it.
Iz unnacherel, dese movin' pitchers. Dey kepchurs yer soul.
Or something.
I have started yet another batch of mead. Because that's something I know how to do anymore. I'm behind on everything, though I got the grocery shopping done at least so we won't starve. I'm exceptionally screwed for Pennsic-- I spent so long on those hemp-boned bodies that don't really work that I have precisely one gown to wear, and that's not finished. The finishing part takes so much longer than everything else put together. I might just knock together a bunch more, and then do all the neckholes and the arms together. I do need *some* sleeves, too... And something warm to wear. D'oh.
I went errand-running yesterday in flip-flops. My knees were already hurting me. Today they're threatening to crawl out of my flesh and up to my neck and strangle me. There's a sort of buzzing feeling when I sit still sometimes. It's rather upsetting.
I have been neglecting my PT. Boo. It's just... so boring. That's my problem with exercise in general. And I'm not getting enough exercise; my body is creaky and bored and old and I'm having weird body dysmorphia issues again.
Was reviewing bout footage, looking at various things that happened, and it is really hard on me to have to see myself on video. I mean really hard. I do not, do not do not like seeing myself on film and even less on video. I don't know why! I quite like my appearance in the mirror, but somehow find myself deeply disturbing in appearance in photos and videos. I haven't the tools to analyze that one, but am a little creeped out by how I have to fast-forward through the jams I'm in. I don't really like that I feel like that. It's' not even vanity, that I'm unhappy with my appearance in some cosmetic manner, it's more like... I don't know. I just dislike it.
Iz unnacherel, dese movin' pitchers. Dey kepchurs yer soul.
Or something.
I have started yet another batch of mead. Because that's something I know how to do anymore. I'm behind on everything, though I got the grocery shopping done at least so we won't starve. I'm exceptionally screwed for Pennsic-- I spent so long on those hemp-boned bodies that don't really work that I have precisely one gown to wear, and that's not finished. The finishing part takes so much longer than everything else put together. I might just knock together a bunch more, and then do all the neckholes and the arms together. I do need *some* sleeves, too... And something warm to wear. D'oh.
