Tag: sleep is good

Bedtime, 6 Apr 2018

I have successfully been sociable in brick-space today. For several hours. And helped to make dinner! Goat! It was nommy! Stewed with onions and garlic and ginger and tumeric and nutmeg and carrots and coriander and malbec and water. Very. Nommy. There were also brussel sprouts roasted with garlic and lemon, and green beans sauteed with more garlic, and zucchini, and mozzerella sticks and beet chips and brownies. Granted, the beet chips were for other people ‘cause beets and my sensory profile for food clash, and also the green beans, but. Lots of noms and a couple other people over visiting and I showed off the hexagonal block blanket and talked fic (and got some feedback on the plausibility of a plot point for something), and other conversation, and just. *bounces a bit* Then my brain abruptly went “Done Now”, and I retreated upstairs.

And now it is bed time and Imma fall over.

(Also today: hauled a rock half the size of my head out of the ground, and put two more bricks in the border for my garden.)

Bedtime 21 Feb 2018

That feel when you can’t tell if the massive desire to burn everything to the ground is because everything hurts, the weather is being weird, exhaustion, the seasonal affective disorder, the depression, boredom, last night’s poor sleep, last night’s nightmare, or some combination of any or all of the above.

*thumps head on dresser because it’s closer than the desk* Fuck this, I’m going to bed just as soon as my laptop finishes the damned backup.

Stupid fucking cold. I had a three hour nap yesterday, and then four and a half hours of sleep. For a reasonable margin of error. It was barely after 0700 when I woke up, and could not get back to sleep, and I wasn’t able to get to sleep until sometime after 0200. Hopefully there was four and a half hours of sleep in there.

Am pretty certain I’m going to end up with more naps today. Hopefully I get enough sleep from the naps to cope, because I want to stomp all over this damned thing just for leaving me awake this damned early.

(Since I couldn’t sleep, I have now swept my stairs of snow, and taken out the kitchen trash. It seemed to be a good idea at the time.)

*makes several rude gestures at the pile of fabric and plastic and metal and paper that has just been deposited in a chair for the night*

It’s worth it, honestly, but I know small humans who weigh less than that coat.

32 more buttons to stitch on, in two rows. Possibly 33, ‘cause I’m tempted to sew one of the buttons on that I’ve been handed but aren’t ones I’ve collected.

(And this does not count any of the large ones with character images on them. Those are still on a headscarf that I wear even more rarely than the coat.)

I’m going to go put together today’s mini nano post, and then start getting ready for bed.

Bedtime 19 Oct 17

Another season of Leverage watched, with some internal screaming over Eliot’s shoulders.*

Down to most of the bottom hem to finish on the sewing project tomorrow. And a new project added to my mental queue of a blasted pin cushion. My fingers will thank me for not stabbing them while reaching into the cup that currently holds the straight pins.

*Just. broad shoulders that are nicely muscled with a proper overlay of fat to pad them are. really. fucking. appealing. ok? Also, his physicality is likewise appealing. He’s not the only one who is, he just hits some very specific buttons. I mean, can you imagine being cuddled by that? Just. All wrapped up and snuggling into him. GAH!

*stomps off muttering to themself about pretty men and a very annoying case of skin hunger*

Bedtime 18 Oct 17

I have gotten all the seams done on my current hand-sewing project, and the hem at the neck and one of the arm-hole hems is started and my hands hate me. Lots. (Jewelry pliers are fantastic for pulling needles through four layers of muslin. Or in the case of the hems I’ve started on, eight layers.)

Also, I have watched a complete season of Leverage today. Plus the first episode of the next. Three more seaons of Leverage to go. And the bottom hem, a second arm-hole hem, and the rest of the first arm-hole hem to get through.

My hands are going to be screaming agony by the end of the week, but it will be worth it. Because I will have a nice light weight sleeveless thing to wear under the sixty pounds of buttons and damask fabric at Philcon, so I am less likely to overheat.

(Next bit of screaming agony: finishing sewing the buttons onto the coat. There’s a reason I gave up my embroidery and mostly gave up hand-sewing, and this is it. On the other hand, all cotton. Including the thread. No itchy synthetics.)

(Also, on the subject of Leverage – I would like to punch Jim Sterling in his smug bastard face. He’s got very pretty suits, and if he just shut up and sat there, he might be aesthetically pleasing. But damn if he’s not the kind of person I’d gladly break ribs of if given the opportunity. As a character, he’s growing on me, though. He’s really great as a character. And I still want to break his face. Breaking it with a baseball bat may be better than employing my already cranky hands, though.)

Bedtime 6 Oct 17

I’m to bed. I’m through the second season of Borgias, on the second rewatch of this in a month. (Last time was just because. This time I’m doing screen caps and random notes for Feathers of Red.) I’m highly entertained by Cardinal Sforza, there are bits of scene I’m cackling about for tweaking for the AU, and also, his haircut in the second season remains horrible. Cesare’s isn’t too much better, but at least it’s not the monstrosity they foisted off on Ascanio.

Also, this show has so much red in it, and such a fantastic, glorious crimson color at that.

Hugs for everyone, and I hope y’all sleep well when you get there!

(There’s a cut here for other things.)

And in other things from today – today felt like a day when I was missing at least two sets of limbs (wings, and a tail, and possibly a second set of legs), flight capability and the ability to burn everything in my path to the ground just by breathing. *grumbles lots and builds a nest of pillows and blankets and plushies* Stupid human body, wanna be a dragon.

Even my face feels wrong on days like this. It’s too short, my teeth are dull, my tongue is awkward and stupid. Everything is sore because it feels like it’s trying to compensate for missing bone structure and musclature. My skin is too soft, too smooth, my fingers too short, my nails are blunt and wrong. My feet are shaped wrong and my back is too short, and my balance is off because there’s supposed to be a tail as long as the rest of my spine.

And boobs. What the fucking hell am I supposed to do with useless lumps of flesh that don’t do anything but get in the way? They don’t belong. It’s not even a matter of gender on days like this, boobs belong to an entirely different species. And just. Most of it is things missing. Those things are extras and I do. not. want.

It won’t last. It never does. Tomorrow or the next day, and being human won’t feel quite so incredibly wrong. I won’t feel like things are missing and things are extra and that I want to curl up on a large warm rock in the sun and bask before going flying and finding all my people and making sure they’re in as good health and safety as can be. Hunt my dinner, tear it into chunks of meat I can swallow whole.

Taste the air, dig claws into the earth, set a nice bonfire somewhere to play in. Find a storm and laugh at the rain in my face, on my scales, and dance in the wind. Soar higher and higher until the air runs thin, and spread my wings against a backdrop of stars. Burrow so deep the very rocks are fire against my hide, and cocoon myself in the heat.

Just. Dragon. And dragon is cranky and wants out. Wants blood and fire and flight and life and death. Not a tiny, useless, fleshy prison of the wrong fucking species and no way to be free.

Bedtime 28 Aug 17

One spool for braiding loaded, most of my to-do list completed, probably not enough of either food or drink, but bugger it, I got at least something into me today.

Also, at this point I should go to bed because my vocabulary is starting to slide toward profanity a lot (it’s easy to not have it in text, harder not to have every other word some expletive or another when talking out loud). Also, have run entirely out of fucks and mostly out of energy.

Hugs for everyone, and I hope y’all sleep well when you get there!