My toe hurts.
I hurt toes.
Like, professionally, or as a hobby?
In other sad: I haven't updated my journal in... a while. *checks* Since the third of this month, actually.
Twenty days.
Not for lack of opportunity, either. I've just neglected it. I think part of the reason is that I am almost at the end of my current book (the third since I decided to start keeping journals) and wanted to give a summary of how the situation I was most recently writing about progressed - but the events in question I have mixed feelings about, and simultaneously loathe to re-live them, and worried that whatever words I write would be insufficient to capture them adequately.
...That doesn't count as "vague-booking" or whatever, does it? My sad is fairly straightforward: my efforts to keep a continuous journal have stalled due to recent, bittersweet events that warrant recording but are both challenging and somewhat unpleasant to put down in words. And I hate the idea of simply skipping a whole chunk of journal-worthy material - even as the memory of more recent events of (perhaps lesser) interest begin to fade more and more the longer I wait.
Good gods, that seems rambly. I am not even sleep-deprived right now, as far as I am aware. Perhaps I am simply too enthusiastic about this, my first coffee of the day since yesterday I ran out of the stuff. Or maybe I am a tad sleep-deprived and/or under the weather, what with how difficult it is to sleep in the current cold weather and my somewhat-lacking blanket situation?
Might remedy that issue next week, once I've been paid, paid my month's rent and taken stock of how much money I actually have left afterwards.