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Don't think I'll make it to frisbee practice tomorrow morning. Have the most awful cramps from mistiming the pill and would have come home early from work this afternoon except for the fact that I just don't tend to do that, even when I should, and the strong painkillers I took fuddled my brain some. I will take some more before I go to sleep. Movement just seems to increase the pain.

Which means I should be fine for Parallax. I need to write a TV guide type blurb for an episode, although I think I'll try and stay away from the 'aliens made them do it' sort so beloved of fanfic writers.

I tried eating before I went to the gym this morning, and yes, it made a difference, and even though I don't like eating when I first get up, I'll probably keep doing so. It was the last session with the personal trainer today. He's going to write up the stuff for me and I'll pick it up Monday morning and keep working through it. Exercises should be good for twelve weeks or so and I'll see how I go after that. Will suss timings next week. The other timing I really need to work on is when I go to bed/sleep, because it is not a good plan for me to be having a maximum of six hours sleep a night (I had four last night) because that makes me tired and is how a coffee addiction starts.

Somehow I managed to get a blister under the callous below my ring. It's very odd, but popping it entertained me for a good five or ten minutes this afternoon. It still distracts me a little.

Got The Twilight of Magic by Hugh Lofting, better known for the Dr. Dolittle books, out of the library today. When I first read this as a child, maybe even a young teenager, it was my favourite of all Lofting's books. Unfortunately, it doesn't stand up to rereading. Maybe one reason it made such an impression in my mind was that I only got to read it once or twice, whereas we actually owned some of the Dr. Dolittle books and I was relatively familiar with them.

On the other hand, South Island Stowaway by Essie Summers, a rather old Mills & Boon novel which I first read in a 2-in-1 Women's Weekly edition at Rotoiti until the last chapter fell out, does stand up to rereading and I will purchase a copy should I see one. It's very New Zealand and Summers integrates stories of New Zealand history with the imaginary history of the hero's home and family very nicely. The minor characters even resemble people. With personalities and everything! Doesn't make me want to live on a family owned and operated sheep farm, though.