writer | sleeper | learner ♥️ a sucker for good food & entertainment
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Hey.
hey.
especially if you've ever struggled with eating/eating healthy/remembering to eat, you shouldn't use meals as a reward.
a treat can be a motivator, food in general can't.
you need to eat, even if you're not being super productive, or putting out your best work. everyone needs to take five every now and then. touch some grass, stretch, have a snack. remember to stay hydrated -not just when it's melting-hot, but all year 'round.
best wishes!
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2022
January
finished: 2 books | avg. rating: 3.5 stars favorite: Keskeneräisten Tarujen Kirja 1980 by J.R.R. and Christopher Tolkien
February
finished: 0 books. Scandalous, I know.
March
finished: 5 books | avg. rating: 3.2 stars favorite: The Gods of Mars 1913 by Edgar Rice Burroughs
it's tough tho, I've enjoyed the Barsoom books more than I expected from 20th century pulp
April
finished: 1 book, which I rated 3/5 stars, and refuse to call a favorite
May
finished: 4 books | avg. rating: 3.0 stars favorite: Phantom of the Opera 1910 by Gaston Leroux
June
finished: 2 books | avg. rating: 4.0 stars favorite: Jazz 1992 by Toni Morrison
July
finished: 2 books | avg. rating: 2.5 stars favorite: The Scarlet Letter 1850 by Nathaniel Hawthorne
August
finished: 4 books & an unhealthy amount of research papers | avg. rating: 3.5 stars favorite: Kultaraha nurkan alla 2000 by Maria Vuorio
September
finished: 3 books | avg. rating: 3.33..3 stars favorite: The Master and Margarita 1967 by Mikhail Bulgakov
there goes my 22 reading goal. this has been a comfortable phase, I think next year I'll try for 50, if my situation doesn't drastically change.
absolutely adored the Devil's Lot visiting Moscow, too <3
October
finished: 2 books (I think) | avg. rating: 3.5 stars favorite: The Vampire Lestat 1985 by Anne Rice
November
finished: 3 books | avg. rating: 3 stars favorite: Of Mice and Men 1937 by John Steinbeck
December
finished: 2 books & lots of shorts | avg. rating: 3.5 stars favorite: how to compare..
That's it, final update! 30/22 books finished. No doubt The Master and Margarita was the most fun I had this year. 2023 here
Week’s reads with pictures | my (unsatisfying) Goodreads profile
Some days I will look into the mirror and see a stranger. Or looking back at me might be someone I've been searching desperately on another day, yet now grieve to see. It is not that I'm a stranger to myself, my soul I know, but these expressions, they don't belong on a face I'd read as mine. This form betrays me. These feet can't carry, and this voice can't say.. it frustrates me. And I search. I run these fingertips across it, sometimes enjoying bits of it, sometimes wondering if there's somehow I might mold it to better fit. But the truth is there's nothing much wrong with the body. I might admire it even, were I not trapped in it. But it doesn't feel like it should belong to me, doesn't feel right on me.
how completely average and cisgender of me to write pages on pages about why I deserve to have surgery..
Snowed in
'Wake up' she says in the littlest voice. It's a gentle request rather than a demand, and it leaves me unable to be as annoyed as I'd sometimes like to be. Not that she uses this power overtly. Then, I think, she might soon run out. 'All right, button.. What is it?' I mutter, pushing my covers aside. 'I need to use the stove.' A quick wash-up later I follow her downstairs. The setup in the kitchen tells me exactly how urgently the stove was 'needed'. She's measured milk into a kettle with two mugs, which now sit on the counter, cocoa powder put in. A spoonful for me, three and one sugar for her, peppermint for both. She sits by in her pyjamas, frizzy head drooping. Only after we both have a steaming mug in front of us, do I address the offence 'You know, hot chocolate isn't really an emergency. I mean how early is it, anyway?' She shrugs. 'At least we'll get ya to school on time..' 'There's no school today.' I acknowledge her with a hum. Looking out the window, where white fluff is still floating around, I slowly come to the realization she's waken me, so that we could do nothing, together, for as long as possible. I point this out to her, scoldingly, but the twinkle in her eyes says she knows I'm not mad. I put the mugs into the sink with last night's dinner dishes, and pour water into the emptied kettle. I figure since we're up before the alarms, we have a few hours to waste for pleasure.