Looks more like they were fighting over the cheese but maybe that's just me. And who knows, maybe it's ritual suicide.
My older sister is still that way. This isn't far off: --------------- ETA: As to what I'm doing...Coffee. Gimme coffee. I had seven hours of sleep but feel worse than I did the last time I was up all night. WTF?
After meeting my 700-900 daily word count for my fantasy, I'm working on the outline for my Colonial mystery. :3 Now on the third chapter. Court stuff!
Reading about people who are at risk of being murdered for trying to protect the environment. https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/jul/21/defending-earth-violence-murder-activists-land-corruption
I just applied to renew my driver's licence (my photo expires next month) so now I'm back to reading.
Drinking a tall glass of water, eating dark chocolate, watching a 1934 movie, and waiting for the world to stop tilting (vertigo) after weeding the side yards. Still have a fuckton to do tomorrow. ETA: And cursing the gardner I fired for all his no-shows.
Just chopped up the packaging from the new sofa and bagged it for recycling. I left it for a couple of weeks to make sure we're happy with it. Plus the heat. Of course, I did that right after a trip to the gym, so I was buzzing on the endorphins while doing it. Next is hang up some washing and then a cool shower.
Right now I'm suffocating in an emotional prison cell of anxiety desperate for a scrap of social interaction - and drowning in the sheer absence of the lack of romantic interactions.
As sad as this post is, it is also well written and very emotive. Do you do poetry by chance? Also, supportive e-hug:
Throwing all the windows open to air out the house while all of the forest fires smoke is higher up in the atmosphere. It was so thick last night that there was this eerie dark orange twilight at 6:30 pm. I off to mowing the hay in the big field for a few hours; I'm starting to feel like a chain-smoker!
Listening to country music on the radio at a moderate volume, in an attempt to help push this mood out. ETA: Given up on that, now it's back to my old classic: Pornstar Dancing!
Snacking on pizza-flavored Goldfish while procrastinating on writing and eyeballing the mystery/crime novel next to me, debating on just reading today instead. Curse you, Karin Slaughter, you temptress.