to which she replied there's no reason to assume she'd be the central character.

ooo, perspective. Something many people never develop, much less at such a young age.

Maria, you may have talked me into it.

So, Annabel's latest favorite thing is to suspect that in an alternate universe, she and her friends are characters in a TV show.

Has she been watching Community?

Has she been watching Community?

Not that I'm aware of...

Not that I'm aware of...

Matilda has been watching it lately, so I think it would be safe for her. And, of course, it is super fannish and has alternate timeline stories.

Anyway, I admire her early commitment to fandom.

How are your bruises and stitches?

Zen, do your independent research and let me know. Profile addy good.

Good to see you, Susan! I hope you're healing well.

I'm still sitting here at my desk, working. I feel like I'm constantly behind and I'm never going to catch up. I need to be active again. I desperately need to get back to the gym. This is untenable

I feel this, too. I really thought that working from home would make it *easier* to get to the gym than when I worked in an office, because I can (in theory) go anytime. But instead, I Just. Keep. Working. and then it's too late/I'm too hungry/whatever.

Okay! I have eaten lemon pepper tilapia with veg and a light fettucine pasta. I have ingredients to match a batch of chicken noodle soup tomorrow and a batch of red beans and rice on Sunday.

I'm going to toss some laundry in the wash and NOT do my taxes tonight, because not after this week. Good lord, no. Only drinking is happening tonight.

We had to come home early from a shindig (with pi pie, damn it), because I am having the IBS flare from hell. I've taken all the meds I can take (and am counting the minutes until I can take more) and have a hot beanbag microwave thingie on my belly. At least I have last night's Archer to watch.

I feel this, too. I really thought that working from home would make it *easier* to get to the gym than when I worked in an office, because I can (in theory) go anytime. But instead, I Just. Keep. Working. and then it's too late/I'm too hungry/whatever.

Exactly. Trying to get me out of the house is a struggle. I *had* to leave for work before. Now I don't. And it's not good for me.

Matilda has been watching it lately, so I think it would be safe for her.

I'm sure it would be--I let her watch Sleepy Hollow with me, so I'm pretty easygoing about that sort of thing. I draw the line at Game of Thrones...once I heard her coming downstairs as I was watching it, when she was supposed to be in bed. I FRANTICALLY hit pause, leading to the ensuing discussion:

A: What's this?
Me: It's called Game of Thrones. It's very much not a kids' show.
A: (points at screen) Who's that?
Me: That's Daenerys Targaryen. She's a queen trying to reclaim the throne of her ancestors, with the help of her dragons.
A: (gives me a very strange look) And I really can't watch it?
Me: Not for another several years. Trust me.

How are your bruises and stitches?

Coming along nicely. My knees still ache going down stairs, and the warm weather hasn't tempted me to put on shorts in the slightest, because no one needs to see the blue, purple, and yellow glory that is my left knee. But all the scabs finally came off my face abrasions, leaving me with patches of new pink skin. A definite improvement, since I look less like someone who's been in a fight and more like someone who had a bad reaction to a new moisturizer. Stitches are supposed to fall out on their own, but if they haven't by Monday I might ask my doc if she'll remove them, because it's hard to eat and drink around them.

I'm still waiting on the MRI results from the unrelated bone cyst in my femur they discovered upon x-raying my knee, which is frustrating because I know the imaging center sent them to my primary care doctor's office, but when I called there at noon they said my doctor was out till Monday, and maybe Dr B would have time to look? Which despite me keeping my phone within reach at all times for the rest of the day, never happened. But I'm trying to tell myself that no news is good news--if it was something really scary the imaging center would've called the doctor's office or flagged the fax as urgent. Therefore it's like 99% likely that it's either nothing or something non-urgent they'll just need to re-scan every so often to make sure it's not growing, and I should just tell my anxious side to shut up and have a nice relaxing weekend writing fanfic and planning my Europe trip, right?