concur and agree, but depends on the cake involved.
no one of my comrades forgot the “Marriage cake slice eating competition” whose I won with 8 slices eaten… after a full course of an Italian wedding dinner, on top of it. no farthing nor throwing, on top of it, but was for a matter of pride, whose deserved another story.
Best regards from Italy,
Dott. Piergiorgio.
Finally got around to counting up messages to try to get a rough idea of The Horrors, Quantified. Looks like this month I’ve thrown up maybe twentyish times (though one day was horrible and I spent more or less all of it keeled over and tossing my cookies in waves of unrelenting nausea, so if we’re counting that, that day brings it up to as many days in the month as incidents.)
(This was kind of prompted because Pinkz mentioned that from a rough guess he noticed I was throwing up like, at least fifteen days out of the month lately. Figured I should try to get an actual count, and I tend to complain to my friends afterwards, so it’s a decent record.)
Well, it does sort of help to put it into context as to why I’ve been feeling so ambiguously and pervasively fucking horrible lately, and we’re almost crawling our way out of the semester. Just a bit more to go, and then I can do nothing but sleep, play with my friends, bake cookies, and work on Twine stuff. Yippee!
No more guests over for the weekend, so I get to sleep on my own bed. I really feel my age after crashing on the bunk bed, I’ll tell you what, my lower back has been killing me. It’ll be soooooo comfycozy to sprawl out.
You are so much better a person than I. It would never even occur to me to give a guest my bed.
In positive news today: I play a scrabble-like video game (WELDER) every day, and then Tom and I evaluate my last 3 words, in order, as suitable band names for the band that we will never form but talk about constantly. And this morning we had the winner: DEAD TUTU BURP. That’s right, folks, our imaginary band will be called Dead Tutu Burp. It’s just perfect for us on so many levels.
Will the lead vocalist be Guy Peep? With Lil Pibble on keyboards?
No, no! Lil Pibble will play the bell, of course, since that’s what he does every day all day. Guy Peep will indeed provide spaceship sounds, our dog will make that awful crotch-snorkeling sound, Tom is on air guitar, and my job is to wear the gogo boots.
Edit: A budgie is not heavy enough to depress a key on a keyboard. If Pibble weighs a whole ounce, I’ll eat my hat.
Got (most of ) the Christmas shopping out of the way.
Me too, but it’s that (most of) bit that gets me last-minute shopping every year.
Well, it was that or let the little one sleep in the bunkbed, and I was worried he might sit up suddenly in the middle of the night and bonk his head on the bars underneath, so it was just easier to give him the proper bed. Only very little littles or the elderly would get such considerations generally, any average adult can snooze on the pull out couch or rough it on the bunk bed.
He was very sweet, snuggled up with my stuffed animals (as he had forgotten to pack his own along) and gave them each a considering pat and kiss on the head before I tucked him in for the night. He said he was a ‘bit sad’ about not having his own, but was much reassured by my telling him they were bound to be snuggling up all warm and cozy and would have adventures to tell him about when they saw him again, and he could share some stories of his new temporary adventuring companions, and he went down like a light after that and some kisses, (one on each side of his face, or he’s ‘uneven’ and will jokingly flopsy around until you correct your grievous error, of course.) He was also thrilled I could still carry him, but only just about barely. I need to work out or something, I’m out of practice hauling the meowlet around.
He did nearly roll over and flatten me in the middle of the night whispering about whether or not he could have a drink of water, but I keep my reuseable one by my bed all of the time ever as I’m ravenously thirsty in the mornings with the heater on in the winter- (the air really dries me out) so that wasn’t too much of an escapade, compared to having to shimmy down to the kitchen and pour him a glass from the tap, and then making sure he didn’t drop the cup in bed, and so on…
Slept masses again, but just (about 9pm at night!) managed to bash out a fairly respectable 100 word abstract for an academic journal paper soon to be submitted. So my brain got into gear enough for that at least! Fingers crossed for starting some IFComp 2024 coding properly soon in the next few days …
We had the first little bit of snow for this year. And I ate Spaghetti Carbonara. 
Snow! Well, a little dusting. And some hail. But not the pebbly kind that hurts when it bonks you in the head, the sort that is all small and shiny and shimmery. Quite cold out. But snow. Always good to see that old friend. (Was starting to worry we wouldn’t, this year. At least not out in its full regalia.)
At least one of the songs is workable for my new WIP, even if it does feel a bit silly. Good to have something to chew on.
Ari told me she loves me. For the first time ever. I kissed her and told her I love her too (which I do all the time anyway). She smiled and asked, “Dad happy?”. Yes, very happy indeed. She was extremely pleased with herself after that.
I cried.
Yesterday I started feeling mildly ill, but also I:
*Combinatorial explosion* !!!
RIP Teacher.
That’s the best feeling ever! Reminds me of when our little one would toddle about saying ‘wuv you baby!’ while doggedly chasing you down for a hug when I came home because that was how I greeted him in the mornings and tucked him in to bed at night, and he just sort of assumed everyone was baby for awhile. He was baby, I was baby, the pet fish was baby… He’d also clap for himself and proclaim ‘happy!’ loudly after being quite pleased with himself afterwards, since he’d laugh and beam at the reaction it always got. Very sweet.
Hit the 50,000 word goal in NaNoWriMo - properly, by writing the first 50,000 words of a new novel draft - for the first time in five years. I didn’t expect to take part this year but it happened anyway and it’s been nice! Fun to write linear prose fiction again, but I’ll probably return to playing around with my text adventures in December
Managed to swap in a new bed mattress - huge thanks to my husband for all his effort! And made a proper start on coding my IFComp 2024 game. Hugely grateful for a detailed design document past me had written quite a while ago!