Just the usual tycho garen journal post.
I went dancing last night. My parents run an--actually pretty sizeable--dance group on mondays and I go from time to time, because the people don't suck
Ok Rant about dance politics. There are dancers who read this so feel free to comment. Generally dance groups have pretty sucky interpersonal politics. Or at least all the ones I seem to have been a part of recently, do. There's something about confusing the kinetic connection of dance with actual sentiment, that brings out the socially inept and emotionally stunted. Which is fine, if you don't have to interact much outside of the dancing. But inevitably you do, and it all bleeds into each other, because dancing is intensely social. sigh Anyway. Clif notes versions, many groups that I've been in recently/and am still in, suck: this one doesn't.
I thought I failed at shocking my sleep schedule a bit. I got some good knitting done. My project is to move to a more 10:30-6:00 schedule. My body really wants 7 hours of sleep, and I have a hard time pulling myself up if I try and constrict it too much. A really hard time. The post title refers to the fact that was able to only sleep six hours
So I'm just going to go with the flow and go to bed earlier.
I got a lot of knitting done last night. Which is good. Nothing completed, of course, but these things happen. Again, pictures wouldn't communicate very much new, so sorry. I'm working on a sleeve and a sock.
I also got some spinning done last night. I want to do some conventional three-plying because I suck at Navajo plying, but for now I'm just going to work on some two ply, until I get my wheel (which has been ordered). And, there's nothing wrong with two ply, and I'm good at it. It's good to be good at it.
I haven't been writing. Not even a lot of editing. Thanks, and welcome to all the people from the feminist science fiction blog.
I don't know what to say about that other than "I'm thinking about it." And with luck, this too shall pass.