Gonna have to

I’m just going to have to give in to going to the bone-cracker. Luckily, I met a massage therapist at Orycon who works locally in a chiro office. Now I just have to make the appointment. I keep getting headaches and a hip ache and a neck ache. So pretty sure the back needs adjusting.

I am getting writing done. But I still don’t know what the ending is. Yeah. I’m right on top of it. As in, within 2 or 3 thousand words of the ending (pretty sure). Surely some revelation is at hand? (oops, Yeats just crept in). But surely some ending must be at handing? What rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches toward Diamond City to be born? Oh dear. I really need to be drinking. Possibly writing. Possibly I could just crib totally from Yeats and no one would notice. Right? Hmmm. A thought.

Costco is carrying this kettle corn drizzled with dark chocolate. In my house this is known as Mom Crack. It is good stuff. I ran out of it, but was told today that going to Costco just to buy it was irresponsible. So I didn’t. Because I was going to be responsible. I know, who’d have thunk?

Been listening to Wicked Girls by Seanan McGuire. Love the album, love the song.

From the song:

        Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
        Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
        All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
        And chose to go back on the shelf.
        Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
        You have to break rules if you want to break free.
        So do as you like -- we're determined to be
        Wicked girls saving ourselves.

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