My fingers, how smoothly they move
Aug. 2nd, 2005 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nishatalithaAm still not feeling very well. I think it's more a matter of general exhaustion and run-downedness (ha! I can so make up words) than any particular bug. Still, not nice, and I left work after lunchtime. I probably could've continued, but I would've just felt even shitter tomorrow, and besides, I've been trying to actually pay attention to my limits when it comes to my health. Normally, I try to go beyond them, but not so much at the moment.
Or it could just be a lack of vitamin D.
So. Left work after lunch, half an hour sitting down, resting can do wonders, but considering I couldn't even focus properly on the newspaper, didn't work so well this time. Came home, went to bed to see if I could finally get warm. Took a couple of hours, but I managed, by dint of the eletric blanket on full for an hour, reading a book, blankets, clothes, the cat, and finally a nap for an hour or so. Have been sitting in front of the computer more or less ever since, and will go to bed soon.
Was in bed by this time last night, but then I read for three hours or so, and I don't really want to do that tonight. So have a couple of fics to reread, and a hot drink, since I just boiled the jug, and then back to my nice warm bed. Now if only I could kick the gay alien sex out of my dreams I'd be happy. It should stay on the net where it belongs.
The cat has gone to sleep inside one of my duvet covers. I think she generally meant to sleep under it, or something, but missed. I'm cooling down again, and I'm even wearing long-johns. And my nice warm polar fleece and a blanket, so I'm thinking that bed is a good idea. Actually, I'm not thinking much at all at the moment, and this is all random sporadic babble. I just wish I had the energy to organise something for the crockpot tomorrow night. Because that would be easier than cooking then, and it would enable me to have a decent dinner, instead of buying something because I can't be bothered cooking, and it would be cheaper and healthier, too.
Have people over tomorrow night for cell group. I need to read (or reread) the chapter. Oh, yes.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maudlinrose are you planning to come over on Thursday for Dr. Who? Because you didn't last week, and I'm assuming that's because I didn't realise I needed to remind you. Or the weather, because it was nasty last week. I am aware that there are recordings of the entire season floating around, but part of the fun for me at the moment is the vague anticipation occuring from week to week, waiting for each episode. Alessan has offered them to me. I take a strange delight in declining and watching the look of mild frustration on his face.
I think I should just post this entry now, so my fingers stop with the typing. And I don't think I've looked at the keys at all while I've been typing this entry. Used the backspace key, certainly, I'm not that good a typist, and I change my mind about what I'm saying all the time, anyway. But it's kinda amusing, and I'm holding my wrists in what would be a shocking position for playing the piano, not raised at all (I used to get in trouble for lowering my wrists), but still, this is comfortable, and the heels of my hand rest just below the keyboard, and it feels smooth and natural.
Um. Babble-city. Shutting up now.
Or it could just be a lack of vitamin D.
So. Left work after lunch, half an hour sitting down, resting can do wonders, but considering I couldn't even focus properly on the newspaper, didn't work so well this time. Came home, went to bed to see if I could finally get warm. Took a couple of hours, but I managed, by dint of the eletric blanket on full for an hour, reading a book, blankets, clothes, the cat, and finally a nap for an hour or so. Have been sitting in front of the computer more or less ever since, and will go to bed soon.
Was in bed by this time last night, but then I read for three hours or so, and I don't really want to do that tonight. So have a couple of fics to reread, and a hot drink, since I just boiled the jug, and then back to my nice warm bed. Now if only I could kick the gay alien sex out of my dreams I'd be happy. It should stay on the net where it belongs.
The cat has gone to sleep inside one of my duvet covers. I think she generally meant to sleep under it, or something, but missed. I'm cooling down again, and I'm even wearing long-johns. And my nice warm polar fleece and a blanket, so I'm thinking that bed is a good idea. Actually, I'm not thinking much at all at the moment, and this is all random sporadic babble. I just wish I had the energy to organise something for the crockpot tomorrow night. Because that would be easier than cooking then, and it would enable me to have a decent dinner, instead of buying something because I can't be bothered cooking, and it would be cheaper and healthier, too.
Have people over tomorrow night for cell group. I need to read (or reread) the chapter. Oh, yes.
maudlinrose are you planning to come over on Thursday for Dr. Who? Because you didn't last week, and I'm assuming that's because I didn't realise I needed to remind you. Or the weather, because it was nasty last week. I am aware that there are recordings of the entire season floating around, but part of the fun for me at the moment is the vague anticipation occuring from week to week, waiting for each episode. Alessan has offered them to me. I take a strange delight in declining and watching the look of mild frustration on his face. I think I should just post this entry now, so my fingers stop with the typing. And I don't think I've looked at the keys at all while I've been typing this entry. Used the backspace key, certainly, I'm not that good a typist, and I change my mind about what I'm saying all the time, anyway. But it's kinda amusing, and I'm holding my wrists in what would be a shocking position for playing the piano, not raised at all (I used to get in trouble for lowering my wrists), but still, this is comfortable, and the heels of my hand rest just below the keyboard, and it feels smooth and natural.
Um. Babble-city. Shutting up now.
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Date: 2005-08-03 06:46 am (UTC)Was wandering down my flist, which for some reason has exploded over the last few days so I was half-scanning, and that jumped out at me.
Hopefully I didn't wake my neighbours up with my laughter. :D
And I believe you're supposed to type with your wrists down. Ergonomically proper or something. The fine arts are all about torturing your body and twisting it into ways it should not be twisted in the effort to produce a (hopefully) pleasing piece of art. Just look at ballet!
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Date: 2005-08-03 10:30 am (UTC)It's true, though. Still bugging me. I should change my reading material, but then there wouldn't be the hot gay alien sex. And I was into reading interspecies sex before I got into slash. Elves. They're neat. So are aliens. Geek, me?
I guess I'm typing properly, then. That's good to know. Because I only attended a few weeks of my third form typing class (went overseas) and thus associate how I hold my wrists with how I hold them for the piano.