Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I had a few days of feeling just a little bit perkier for just a little bit longer at a time, and hoped (but didn't hold my breath) that it was a positive trend and a sign that the half-year protracted ass-kicking by the Glenn-fighting duo Migraine & Fibro^[*] was perhaps coming to an end.

Argh.

Not so good the past few days. This afternoon my Big Project requiring assorted chemistry and careful timing is: getting my nails done before the acrylic comes loose, and buying milk. (The trip to the nail salon has been postponed over and over for a week and a half for not-feeling-well. Playing guitar is getting dangerous.) Feh.

The theobromine, basil/lavender, and ibuprofen ought to start making their presence felt ... real soon now. If they work well, I get my nails done and scurry home before they wear off. If they only help a little, I just move my car back to my side of the street before rush hour and call it a day.

OTOH, having already given up on pushing myself to do any more than that, maybe I can convince myself not to feel guilty about getting some writing done instead of Trying To Do "Real" Stuff. (Y'see, in addition to all the classic psychological impediments to making the leap from daydreaming-wannabe-writer to something-of-a-writer, I've got the -- probably common but less talked about -- problem of "feeling like writing is shirking other 'more urgent' things on my to-do list" and something I have to "give myself permission" to do. Don't bother pointing out how boneheaded this attitude is; I've identified that already and am working on changing it.) The collection of unwritten essays is filling up my skull again, and I need to let some of them out before there's no room left for thoughts to wiggle around in.

Anywho, that's where I am this afternoon. Wish me luck.

Whoa. Looking back at the phrasing and imagery in the preceeding paragraphs, maybe the theobromine is already affecting me. Maybe I should schedule fiction or poetry instead of political essays for this afternoon.

[*] Wait, wait, do I really want to stick that mental image out where comic book illustrators and would-be comic book illustrators may be lurking? Uh oh.