A Safe Space for Moogles

(It's cold and rainy over here, ugh. How's the weather where you are? If it's nice, can I come over?)

Today I did some paperwork for a local clinic (gotta get back on them mood-adjusting pills!), finished one of the springkink prompts I failed on last round, and skipped my workout because oh my sweet mercy everything hurts. Which is probably a positive sign (as I learned from elementary school on: if it's not painful and humiliating, it's not exercise), but all the same, I think I'll rest my weary old bones today.

( We all hate it when chicks complain about their weight. )

I gave myself a massive leg cramp playing Drop the Bomb on Standard mode. Aaaagh. *is still limping* It's my own fault, I was getting frustrated so I pushed myself too far. It feels like I'm getting weaker when I should be getting stronger. x_x

Whining over. Now for the fun stuff.

It took a while, but I promised you all a betentacle'd Roddy, didn't I? ;D That's Sideswipe and Sunstreaker in the background, btw, in case you can't tell.

"...Centuries later, the Autobot population would give him a new title of sorts: 'who mourns Decepticons,' roughly translated. What they didn't know was that he went to the crypts to visit one marker in particular."

And lastly: wtf?



I'm crossing the Lifestreams! XDDD

Screw you too, body. Screw you too.

I went to the doctor's today to get a prescription for birth control pills, All By Myself! And I got the doctor to give me a list of therapy clinics, so I can start working on finding a shrink before my happy pills run out. (I've got less than a month's worth left. Better get on the stick.) Also, while I was in the area I went to the mall and bought myself My Weight Loss Coach for the DS. I figure that I've got my nose in my DS half the time anyway, so I might as well make it work for me.

Gee, it's almost like I'm a grownup, isn't it? XD


*....goes back to playing with my robots*

You ever write one of those scenes, step back, and realize that you needed to write it out, but it's not going to make it into the fic proper? It's like, okay, now I know what happens and how it all fits together, but I'm still a little frustrated that I put in the time and it's not going to go into my total wordcount. *grumbles and puts my Mythbuster muses away for the night*

How to prevent rape! No, for real this time.

Reason number 20394 why I love the President.

Also, I rode my bike up a Big Hill today! I was tempted to give up halfway through, but I made it all the way to the top! And then my thighs exploded and I died.

Well, I got my bike back from the shop. (It wasn't broken, I just hadn't ridden it since, uh, high school. ^_^;; So I wanted to make sure it was Okay after all that neglect before I rode it again.) And I took it out for a spin this afternoon. You know that old saw about how once you learn how to ride a bike, you never forget?

...It's a load of crapola. XP I nearly got hit by a car before I remembered how to stop the darn thing. And my startups are just embarrassing. I think the seat might be set a bit too high, but mostly it's just that I'm hopelessly out of shape. I hate to admit it, but I think Dad's right - I'm not going to be able to bike to and from work.* I barely made it around two blocks before I gave out.

At least I know I won't have any trouble falling asleep tonight. *flop*

*This would be a lot easier to accept right now if Dad hadn't made it a point to ping my Issues about my fitness level. Sometimes I really hate him.

Vulcan pickup lines! XD

(*goes :D at deepbluesquee*)

Also, I reeeeeaaaaally need to start getting some exercise again. My DDR pad is stuck in storage until July, and if I wait that long to get moving again I'll wind up a blimp. -_- And my bike needs to be worked on before I can use it again. I suppose I could Walk, but that tends to lead to jogging. (I hate jogging.)

Maybe I can con my parents into getting DDR for the Wii. Or hell, use my tax refund for it. ^_^