13,654 Days Alive
15 Days Straight Writing for NaNoWriMo
My arms are sore. As are my legs and ass. I need another yoga stretch or something.
My day was spent in Santa’s Workshop. We got all the suits out, matched them up in sets of hats, jackets, and pants with their accessories in a bag as well. it also meant a literal hour plus of brushing out Santa fur trim so it looks nice. Hence the sore arms.
I dreamed of Puck last night. I showed up at a party and she was there, in my dream, and happy to see me. I struggled with waking up from that. Because all I wanted was a hug. She gave the best hugs.
Maybe I’m touch-deprived or something. It’s cold as hell so I’m layering blankets on me for nice weight and warmth. But still. Woke up crying.
Have a bit of a headache now, so I’m headed to bed.
Take your meds, folks.