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It's the end of the year and I'm running on fumes. I haven't gotten sufficient sleep in 2 weeks (the opportunities I had were ruined by Kerri's dumb untrained dog, who, thankfully, is gone tonight), and work's been so busy, I haven't been able to take breaks like I'm used to. I haven't seen the NASA gym since last week Tuesday, and it had been a while before that, too. To add to my plate, Stephen Strosin suddenly reached out again on Monday and asked if we could catch up for 30 minutes to go over the Animation Test script I wrote, as well as the edits to the first episode. Since it was only for 30 minutes, I assumed that meant he had seen everything and it was fine; but that was definitely not the case.  I apparently missed every mark on the Animation Test, and he was incredibly disappointed. I wrote it like an animation test should be, but he wanted a trailer that included a lot of dialogue, singing, interaction, etc. He was already on the fence if tryi...

I went to my first pole class last Tuesday for the second time since I moved to Florida. So that's twice in 2 years.  Online, it said it was a control class meant to slow down moves and make them look pretty, suited for levels two and up. By their definition, level two just meant that you could invert; so I figured I would be more than fine, even if I had some reconditioning to do. The instructor (his name was Icarus) introduced himself right away and informed me that the class was misrepresented online, and it was more of a level 3/4 class, advanced. He said we'd be starting with Ayeshas, and I panicked. I told him I COULD do Ayesha... YEARS ago, but I had no idea if I could still do them NOW. And I didn't know that I felt comfortable going straight into them at my first class back at pole in 2 years. It seemed incredibly dangerous and irresponsible. He asked me if I could at least do an extended butterfly and brass monkey, and I said I'm certain I could do those. Whet...

There's a hawk in the Cypress Grove Park that's been popping back and forth for the last hour. Sometimes he's on the post be the bridge, sometimes he's on the ground, poking for bugs or lizards. Then he'll pop over to the post in front of me for a little bit, then hang in the tree for a while. He's a fascinating little guy. Clearly, I'm not the only one who thinks so because some millennials just came over and spooked him with their camera and imposing presence.

It was a slow start to a Monday, a slow start to the week. Productive, but chugga chugga... I don't feel like I did anything.  Except maybe cook. Last night I used up the rest of the pureed pumpkin I had and made a ground Italian sausage vodka sauce with browned sage and gnocchi. It was really tasty and filled me up for literally the entire day. It's the only thing I ate, save for some strawberries, grapes, and cantaloupe (half of which I cup up last night and the other half I cut up tonight) during lunch, solely because I was craving sweets, and some cheese and crackers right before lyra class because I felt like I should put something more in my body. The pumpkin vodka dish was probably 1,000+ calories just on it's own, so I should probably watch it tomorrow, but it's got a really strong balance of 1/3 protein (Italian sausage), 1/3 fiber (pumpkin), and 1/3 carbs (gnocchi). That's probably why I'm still so full, and it's after midnight.  After lyra class, ...

Trump won the presidency again. I can't fucking believe it.  My spoons are all gone, and I am clinging onto any semblance of normalcy. I went on an amazing behind-the-scenes tour of The Bureau escape room today through Slice, which was a very pleasant distraction. And when I came home I was starving. I haven't done a full grocery run in a while, and I'm running out of food in weird phases. I think partially because Kerri is using certain foods inconsistently. Like I am suddenly out of all my butter lettuce and I know I didn't use all of it. And no matter what I eat this week, I am never full. Not sure if it's the adjustment to my medicine, the stress of work, or it's just one of those weeks.  Either way, I didn't have the time or energy to go grocery shopping after the escape room, and I didn't want to buy dinner again (I got Japanese food last night and used some of it for lunch today); so I Googled recipes for the odd foods that I still knew I had in t...