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You are all very wonderful and lovely and kind beyond words, but I feel I need to say that my vocal longing for silk-and-lace bloomers was in no way meant to be trolling for someone to make them for me. But thank you. Thank you all.

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I finally succumbed to the pain today and went back to the chiropractor’s. The pain, BTW, had mostly migrated to the area of my left hip just above my buttcheek. (Does that spot have a name?) He noted that I was seriously dehydrated and lacking in calcium. I’ve ordered supplements for the calcium. I knew I was low on water, but didn’t entirely realize it was hindering my recovery. It’s been really hot here lately, and dry (as always) and windy, and I haven’t been drinking more water to compensate…plus I’ve been self-medicating with a glass or two of wine each night to help relax my muscles. So, time to back off the wine and suck down the water. Did you know that dehydration can result into a loss of 50% brain power? That explains my unwillingness to actually use my brain lately. And calcium deficiency can help explain some of my depression/crabbiness. All good to know.

Oh, and I wanted to respond to Jessica’s comment about the possibility that my lower back being effed-up is responsible for me getting cranky about my jeans. Interesting! I’m not sure if that’s part of it, but it could be. The main reason my jeans are annoying the hell out of me is this: I’ve lost weight, and they don’t fit. See, I have an oddly shaped body. I do not have a body shape that is listed in any “how to dress for your body type/what not to wear” book that I’ve found, or any body type description I’ve read. I’m an inverted triangle.* I’m not a pear, because I have no hips. I’m not an apple, because I’ve got the bounteous boobage. I’m not an hourglass, because I have no hips and lots of tummy. I have trouble finding jeans that fit, because most pairs that fit my waist are big enough in the ass for me to charge rent to a second person. The ones I currently wear fit quite well, although they still bag a bit in back. Now, however, I’ve lost enough weight that they slide off my hips if I don’t wear a belt; meanwhile, if I wear a belt that’s loose enough to be comfortable when I sit down, it’s loose enough when I stand up that my jeans start sliding southward. Meanwhile, I haven’t lost enough weight to fit into the next size down, even if I could afford them right now. And that, my pets, is why my jeans have been making me want to smash things to hear the lovely breaking sound.

Anyway. At first the chiro adjustment didn’t seem to have helped, which threw me into a deeper funk, so I went to the Salvation Army thrift shop before a quick grocery run. I came out with three skirts, a pair of shorts, and a leather coat (!) for $20. So that was nice.

Morgana and Brian came over tonight for honey-mustard-chicken-and-black-bean burritos, and we watched the first Eddie Izzard, Unrepeatable. Just entirely brilliant. Tomorrow, Ken and I are going out on a date to see Casanova at the cheap theatre. I’ve also recorded a bunch of movies off TCM, and last night we watched Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner. A powerful movie, one that really gets you thinking.

I meant to go to Barnes & Noble today to look at an anthology, because I want to write a story for the next anthology and want to see how the stories are handled. But I ran out of time, so I absolutely must go tomorrow. I’ve started another story for a contest, but I think it’s going to be too long and complicated to enter there. I have several other stories that need work. If I don’t get back to work on Angelika and get past my 20K block, I’m going to have to start smashing things. So I really need to get past this tiredness and lethargy and crankiness. Soon. Now.

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What Have I Done Today to Make My Writing Dream Come True?not abandoning the whole plan and getting a job at McDonald’s. Okay, and some market research.
Currently Reading: Hannah’s Garden, Midori Snyder
Lately Listened To:
Recently Watched: Unrepeatable, Eddie Izzard; Veronica Mars

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*As an example: When I was unhealthily thin in law school (because I was miserable so I exercised lots and lots and ate a pitifully small amount of food that would hardly have kept a rat alive), I was a size 14 on top, a size 10 at my waist, and had size 6 hips. You try shopping for clothes to fit a body like that!