Trials and tribulations
That goes for some future plans for Rhys hinted at in this page as well as my own. (permalink)
Mine have to do with my pregnancy, natch. My Body is a treacherous and willful beast these days that seeks to thwart me as often as possible. In regards to my producing Dicebox, the latest point of contention is that we’ve apparently developed a daily sitting limit–and most of it is taken by the day job during the work week.
I argued with my Body last night around 9pm, when I had maybe a half an hour left of work on this latest page and it insisted on calling in quits:
Me: Oh, come ON! Just til 10pm, we can do until 10! That’s nothing!
Body: Nope.
Me: Don’t be such a baby.*
Body: Feel that ache in the back? In your legs, your throbbing feet and head? It’s not getting any better unless you lay down, NOW.
Me: “whine”
Body: That’s what you get for having sex with Kip…
Me: But we LIKE having sex with Kip!
Body: Yeah, well, what has he done for us lately?**
And so it went. As usual, Body bullied me to bed. And proceded to oversleep so I had to bang out the last little bit of this simple page in a frantic pace before hurtling to the day job.
(Stupid Body. Just wait until November and I don’t need to worry about the effects on Taran. Boy, are you in trouble then. Yes, indeed.)
* Sorry, Taran, no slight intended
** My Body’s an ingrate, Kip, we both know this.
That’s his dance and he’s sticking to it.
The most delightful thing I’ve seen courtesy of the internet in ages.
(via Making Light)
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