Ok, I’m going to try not to phone this one in so hard today. A very busy day ahead. Frustrated with myself for fully noping out of any kind of exercise over the last few days. I wish I was of a more analytical bent and able to keep track of these things so I’d have an idea of what was going on. But I’ve never had a routine that lasted longer than a month, and most of the time it’s a week at best. I have all of the tracking apps (weight, wordcount, exercise, 4 different kinds of todos) and it all just fades away as soon as I have another idea.

I have no sense of the world as a consistent cycle. By which I mean that every day is today and because every day is a unique movement of the sun across the sky it doesn’t make sense to say that because it is Thursday such and such must happen. There is no particular reason that anything has to happen on a Thursday any more than something else must of necessity happen on Friday. The week is arbitrarily wrong, and the reason for choosing a particular period has nothing to do with the days, but with the intrinsic nature of the thing.

I have always wanted to exercise on a 2-day rota, which is incredibly frustrating because of the 7 day week. Mon, Wed, Fri, Sun, Tues, Thurs, Sat. But this is very confusing and often difficult to arrange because of the nature of my schedule and the fact that…

Burbage

Read the first chapter of L. Sprague de Camp’s The Hand of Zei, and man, he really is a schlocky pulp writer. I don’t know why I even bother with science fiction anymore. There have been so few actually competent wordsmiths that it’s a genuine and unsatisfying waste of time.

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