stillsostrange

I have cleaned so many things today. All the things? No. But a lot of these damn things. Why do I have so many things? I blame the Norse.

I finished off the last square of chocolate in the pantry, and that is the end of the sweets. It's a good thing I didn't make alcohol an option on the poll, because I definitely earned a beer tonight. I probably earned three, but moderation and all that.

I wish my calorie tracker had "Ikea" as an activity option. I would dearly love to know how many calories I burned wrestling a bookcase together. My right thumb is still store from the allen wrench. But now my paperbacks are no longer stacked four deep, and my hardbacks no longer three deep. Now I just have to something about the horror that is my non-fiction shelf.

I also wrote my 500 words yesterday. I have a structure and characters--now I have to finish the thing in less than three weeks. A title would be very helpful. Mi-go aren't as conducive to easy titles as ghouls or deep ones.