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Sep. 23rd, 2007 09:08 pmWhat the...? I just logged on and noted the words last posted an entry: 1 week ago. Has this ever happened before except when I've been away from home...??? *pinches self*
I wonder if I'm ill or something. Is there such an affliction as on-line aversion? LJ-forgetfulness?
So what have I been doing if not journaling? Well may you ask. *thinks* Well, the things that come to mind include:
(And I love a bullet pointed list so here's one:)
• Going to the gym!
omg, I've never been a member of a gym evah. I've always thought of myself as a non-exercising person. But now I've discovered L.A. Fitness and it's such fun! I go on the treadmill (= walking machine) and it's fun! I go on the bicycle: fun! I swim in their 17 m stumpy pool and it's fun! And then I sit in the steam sauna and meditate and do my pelvic floor exercises!
Today I met my 'personal trainer' (omg, I have a personal trainer) who showed me how to use things that are called abductor and adductor and crosstrainers (or crushtrainers, I couldn't quite catch that word) and that train muscles called lats and rhombs (or somesuch).
• Writing my thriller!
Almost a chapter a day! This flows so much better than my book on narrative in 19th C. painting ever did. I'm not tormented. I'm not angsting. I can just do this. I'm on chapter 12! Which is actually chapter 13 because there's a Prologue. It is so totally like slash. It's got real people in it, thinly disguised. It's very de-angstifying having a co-writer who furnishes the whole plot. It's like doing a remix!!! (I've never done a remix but I imagine that's what a remix is like.)
• Reading loads.
I have discovered the joys of chick lit! Sophie Kinsella in particular is such great fun! I am devouring her. Plus thrillers I get out of the local library (not t'reference one!) for 'research'.
• Preparing my teaching!
As usual, they've loaded extra teaching onto me with one week's notice but having sort of expected such shambles and mayhem I had kept my teaching load very light so have a bit of leeway. Also, trained up by my counsellor and strengthened by the tranquillisers, I decided in advance how much extra I was prepared to take on and then stuck to my guns, despite guilt-inducing pressure from colleagues who offered to do ten times as much. And it worked!
• Eating, cooking, shopping, poohing, de-fleaing t'cats, finding homes for t'kittens, ferrying t'sons to piano lessons, baking and soaking conkers in vinegar for t'younger son, mopping, shining the sink (!!), listening to 'Just A Minute', squeeing at yet another accolade for t'h who's turned into something of a celebrity in Germany and keeps winning prizes in Australia and everywhere else, that kind of thing.
ETA Googling revealed no evidence of 'rhombs' (though I am determined to track these down) but did confirm the existence in my body of: traps, delts, pecs, abs, lats, glutes and adductors. Hoho.
I wonder if I'm ill or something. Is there such an affliction as on-line aversion? LJ-forgetfulness?
So what have I been doing if not journaling? Well may you ask. *thinks* Well, the things that come to mind include:
(And I love a bullet pointed list so here's one:)
• Going to the gym!
omg, I've never been a member of a gym evah. I've always thought of myself as a non-exercising person. But now I've discovered L.A. Fitness and it's such fun! I go on the treadmill (= walking machine) and it's fun! I go on the bicycle: fun! I swim in their 17 m stumpy pool and it's fun! And then I sit in the steam sauna and meditate and do my pelvic floor exercises!
Today I met my 'personal trainer' (omg, I have a personal trainer) who showed me how to use things that are called abductor and adductor and crosstrainers (or crushtrainers, I couldn't quite catch that word) and that train muscles called lats and rhombs (or somesuch).
• Writing my thriller!
Almost a chapter a day! This flows so much better than my book on narrative in 19th C. painting ever did. I'm not tormented. I'm not angsting. I can just do this. I'm on chapter 12! Which is actually chapter 13 because there's a Prologue. It is so totally like slash. It's got real people in it, thinly disguised. It's very de-angstifying having a co-writer who furnishes the whole plot. It's like doing a remix!!! (I've never done a remix but I imagine that's what a remix is like.)
• Reading loads.
I have discovered the joys of chick lit! Sophie Kinsella in particular is such great fun! I am devouring her. Plus thrillers I get out of the local library (not t'reference one!) for 'research'.
• Preparing my teaching!
As usual, they've loaded extra teaching onto me with one week's notice but having sort of expected such shambles and mayhem I had kept my teaching load very light so have a bit of leeway. Also, trained up by my counsellor and strengthened by the tranquillisers, I decided in advance how much extra I was prepared to take on and then stuck to my guns, despite guilt-inducing pressure from colleagues who offered to do ten times as much. And it worked!
• Eating, cooking, shopping, poohing, de-fleaing t'cats, finding homes for t'kittens, ferrying t'sons to piano lessons, baking and soaking conkers in vinegar for t'younger son, mopping, shining the sink (!!), listening to 'Just A Minute', squeeing at yet another accolade for t'h who's turned into something of a celebrity in Germany and keeps winning prizes in Australia and everywhere else, that kind of thing.
ETA Googling revealed no evidence of 'rhombs' (though I am determined to track these down) but did confirm the existence in my body of: traps, delts, pecs, abs, lats, glutes and adductors. Hoho.