2 week blog run: day 2

Whelp, things are not getting done the way I planned, and while I don’t like it, I understand why.  So, be kind to yourself, Laura; tomorrow is another day.  And then, with any luck, there’s a day after that.

And for the record, I do take full and gleeful responsibility for enabling Jason’s most recent story.  I actually remember telling him to try out the funky structure, and I remember reading it via cross-reference because that’s how I roll.

I love Heady.  I’m sure I’m not alone in that.

Anyway.  I managed to catch the Psyduck that keeps showing up on my Pokemon Go radar and then disappearing!  Hurrah for my lunch break and ultra balls.  I read an article about Pokemon Go and other “slow games” being the new type of smoke break, and now I want to look at some other slow games, maybe add them to my phone.  I’m not sure raising virtual succulents is exactly my thing, though.  Possibly virtual kittens?

The kid is almost done with Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, so maybe maybe maybe I’ll be able to read it before the end of the month.  Avoiding spoilers is killing me, man.

Currently reading:  still Thud!, though to be honest last night it was some fan fic and then crashing–it’s been a stressful week, and I’ve been sleeping poorly.  I dreamed about Lin-Manuel Miranda and I sitting on a huge white couch in a big, airy apartment, watching the Olympics on TV; he kept rubbing my shoulder and petting my hair and telling me to relax, enjoy the women’s gymnastics, take it easy.  I kind of think this might be the perfect Lin-Manuel Miranda dream.

Exercise?  I did do yoga last night!  I endeavor to do so again this evening.

Published by Laura E. Price

I read (you can check out my Goodreads if you want; it's linked on my blog). I write (I’ve been published in Cicada, On Spec, Strange Horizons, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Betwixt, Metaphorosis, Gallery of Curiosities, The Cassandra Project; the stuff that’s available online is linked on my blog). I plan for the inevitable zombie apocalypse and welcome the coming of the gorilla revolution. Or the anarchist rabbits. Whichever happens first. (I also blame my husband for basically everything.)

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