To you, ye nonexistent deterrent to writing, I say but one thing:

¡PROTESTO!

…for the record, I have not had a crap day, I have merely decided to formally OBJECT to the lack of writing that I have done.

Since hauling in my epic amount of goji berry juice, and drinking an ounce of it a night (plus a shot of tart cherry juice in a glass of ice-cold seltzer for the insomnia), I’m feeling much better than before.  I still have pain in my leg, but—far less of it.  I haven’t taken a pill for my leg since netting the juice.  I’d add some noni to the mix, but the problem is that I’m having a hard time finding a noni juice that doesn’t taste foul.  I’m slowly starting to feel a little closer to my old normal.

The nerve pain in my leg can fuck right off, but that’s something that the orthopedic surgeon will look at around this time next week.

The exhaustion still needs some work—I’ve discovered that it might be something to do with the lack of protein.  I must EET MOAR MEAT.  I felt damn awesome after that epic cheeseburger yesterday, enough so to be able to survive a night out.

I’m making this a third night of recharging my batteries and resting.  I can’t seem to totally shake this migraine I’ve been fighting for the last three days.  I’ve spent the last few days taking my migraine medicine, drinking my tea and my coffee and my juice (Yes plz on all three of those), and I’ve been forcing myself to write.

I’ve been having this issue with my brain—I can’t focus on one thing at a time.  Or two.  Or three.  So I’m working sideways.  I just did the last stage of the Cornelia flashbacks (at least until the gang gets OUT of the Cornelia area) and now they’re in the present outside of the Chaos Shrine.

After this:  a certain AU.  Involves alcohol.  Vodka.

After that:  CEREAL/PASTRY.

Then the BETA OF DOOM.

Wish me luck—tomorrow’s my day off.