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All I'm doing right now is avoiding writing.
How am I avoiding writing? By writing.
This makes NO SENSE.
I heard a quote I liked this week. I think I'll paraphrase as best as I can.
"While I was a Julliard, we practiced 14 or so hours a day. We felt like any time spent not practicing was wasted."
While I don't agree with this totally, I think the gist of it works. Especially if you replace "writing" with "practicing." I was both healthier and more prolific as a writer when I lived in England. I had no TV, no access to one and I had to walk everywhere. So, some things are self-evident, but after the initial stuff drops away, you're left with genuine improvement.
I took a couple walks this week. Once around Greenlake and once around Maple Leaf.
I did *some* work this week. Just a smidgen.
I continue to drink an obscene amount of water. But I really do that no matter what.
I enjoyed a brief chat with The Young Woman who has finished her diss and defended this week. Well deserved congratulations to her, but objectively, I'd like to rip her head off. I REALLY want to rip the head off the Nitwit who finished, as well. That one is just hopeless, however. And even I recognize it is pure envy, not real animosity that drives this. But it is a sick and icky feeling in my gut that I don't respect very much.
I am considering that perhaps I can seduce the Housemate into a juice fast experiment with me. We'll see.
Oh, and I've been taking ibuprofen to sleep. Every night this week. My joints ache and I don't think that's a good thing.
Off to the land of the 19th century.
