#no further!

[hey-must-be-a-devilbetween-us]

okay that's it I've had enough no more of Aziraphale being sad and dead and bastardized, its time for Aziraphale to be clever and brave and loved. He's gonna show up and lick some serious butt and also be gentle and caring and stand up for himself and get his pussy ate out and that's FINAL.

[ajoblotofjunk]

Me, waiting for midnight here so I can post the next chapter of my fic on an arbitrary schedule I set for myself: 

[what-would-logan-do]

The good:  well I haven’t missed any gigs!  My voice never did fully recover from the sinusitis, but we just changed the keys on my songs.  I squeaked by.  

The bad:  so close now to the Thanksgiving 5k, and once again my training is derailed.  This time I hurt my right foot (doing lunges I think--the foot to the rear is bent back pretty hard...).  Missed a run or two...  Might feel well enough to run again tomorrow, we’ll see.  

Lesson learned: no more lunges.  I’ll just to Bulgarian Split Squats instead.  Easier on the toe joints. 

As for the Thanksgiving 5k...  At this point I’ve moved my own fitness goal-posts so many times that it seems absurd.  I’ll just content myself that, yes, over the Summer I did beat my previous 5k best time by a minute, proving that I’m not too old to progress.   I won’t get any PRs out of this 5k, but hey, maybe I’ll get a race photo that doesn’t suck? 

Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.  

[pointless-letters]

You know, for a paper that regularly calls young people “snowflakes” for stuff like not being 100% on board with racism and maybe wanting jobs that pay more than a pittance, the Express has a truly impressive lineup of readers pissing themselves with terror at the thought of some women talking about football on TV.

[pointless-letters]

It's a full life, isn't it Edna?