Roe Reversal Opinion Leaked
May. 3rd, 2022 07:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Spent a lot of time not thinking - playing repetitive solitaire types of games, trying new recipes where timing things out was tricky. Wrote a short and tricksy poem about Rapunzel. Answered some audio editing questions. Chatted a bit with acquaintances. Put a lot of lotion on the backs of my hands (eczema). Did pushups and squats and abdominal exercises, which I usually do M/W/F but I was worn out from weekend camping on Monday and it seemed more muscle-responsible to shift to Tu/Th/Sat this week. Laundered the towels and cloth napkins. Deleted some old wordpress posts in a blog I'm thinking about resurrecting but with a narrower tone and focus.
I had intended to have a meeting (postponed by another woman having a tough day), make some non-urgent appointments, make some concept art for a movie pitch (Radiance) and for a book cover (a horror novel, title still under negotiation), maybe write a short story. But my brain is taking a break.
On Sunday I wrote:
"If there is an omniscient and loving God, she must feel crazy all the time, because each year more of the people I know are sick and dying. They're not getting older (some of them are getting older); but I meet new people and like them. Even if the same percentage are sick or dying, it's more people each year, and I don't love them less. Maybe it seems sane to level a city if you love billions of people and so many of them are dying. I don't know. I'd bring somebody back from the dead for sure. Everybody, eventually. Come hang out with me up here. Any version of you. All of you all the time. I am infinite."
so it's not like my head today is all that different than where it was a few days ago.
I had intended to have a meeting (postponed by another woman having a tough day), make some non-urgent appointments, make some concept art for a movie pitch (Radiance) and for a book cover (a horror novel, title still under negotiation), maybe write a short story. But my brain is taking a break.
On Sunday I wrote:
"If there is an omniscient and loving God, she must feel crazy all the time, because each year more of the people I know are sick and dying. They're not getting older (some of them are getting older); but I meet new people and like them. Even if the same percentage are sick or dying, it's more people each year, and I don't love them less. Maybe it seems sane to level a city if you love billions of people and so many of them are dying. I don't know. I'd bring somebody back from the dead for sure. Everybody, eventually. Come hang out with me up here. Any version of you. All of you all the time. I am infinite."
so it's not like my head today is all that different than where it was a few days ago.
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Date: 2022-05-04 11:50 am (UTC)