good stuff

I wrote 300 words I don't hate on the novel. And I'm not actually starting novel in 90 until Satuday. I think Amanda is the only person up on Elliot and the creepy not-twins. I was working on that. Remember that thing that started as a joke? I found value in it.

I also noodled a little on a monologue I've been writing.

I did, in fact, practice fencing tonight. Particularly the thing about trying not to raise my hand so much when I hit. I think I made some progress. And as dreadful as Monday's class was for me emotionally, I'm still looking forward to reentering the fray tomorrow.

The creepy fish is gone. I think it has been moved into the chihuahua home.

Tomorrow I get to go to Babycakes. That's always good.

I have a plan and a plan B for solving the Best Buy drama, which is waaaay inconvenient.

I am going to bed an hour earlier than usual tonight, starting my day earlier tomorrow and just making tomorrow a Doing More sort of day.

January remains the deadest dead time ever for acting stuff, but that's fine with me right now. It lets me get other ducks in a row.

I already mentioned the good Gather thing.

excuse my utter lack of finesse, but

It's 20 fucking degrees outside?!?!?!?