liek best strategic sick day evar omg

Yesterday totally ruled. I got new boots, I got to ride the scooter, I got beer, I got homemade minestrone soup, I got a (well, very brief, but still) nap, and i got to write. I posted it here under a Tolkienfic filter, as that's what it was-- a largeish fragment of a story I'd started aeons ago that seems to have randomly surfaced in my brain. I was pleased by how my imagination still seems to work, surprising me with a lot of the twists and turns of the scene I wrote, but was a little displeased by how rusty my word-picking skillz have become. Upon a reread this morning it struck me that an amusing exercise would be to have everyone take a shot every time I reuse the word "feelings", but I don't think there's anyone with enough of a tolerance for alcohol to make it through the entire piece. The thing's only in the high 3000s and like a quarter of it is that word over and over again. Gah.
But, I wrote it, and that's something.

Another, comparatively minor reason I'm glad I called in is ( tmi )

I also spent Z's entire nap sitting in a chair with a heating pad whilst composing the abovementioned angsty epic section. Heating pads are the best.

Oooh, Z made breakfast: cereal and herbal tea! I must go eat it.