Yesterday, I did 1,089 words on The Secret Project. Which means I'm only 3,748 words from 10,000 words and saying what this is I'm working on. Though, if you're paying attention it should be fairly obvious.
I had something scary happen last night, and I know I should have gone to the ER. But the average cost for an uninsured visit to the ER is $1,233, and never mind all the tests and shit that would follow. So, I didn't go. Today, I'm not sure what to do. Maybe call my doctor. But she'd probably say something unhelpful, like go to the ER. So, instead, I will probably try to write.
On the bright side, I haven't had a cigarette since just before Christmas.
Last night, we saw a really superb film, Rosemary Myers' Girl Asleep (2015). It's sort of like Alice in Wonderland, if Alice in Wonderland took place in 1970s Australia. Recommended.
For Valentine's Day, I made Spooky a construction paper heart, and then she made a considerably more elaborately one for me (photo below). Also, I just figured out that, at the current pace of one entry a day, my 5,000th LJ entry will be made on my 53rd birthday, May 26, 2017. How weird is that?
Time to make the doughnuts. I refuse to die in the winter in Rhode Island.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,