Welp

I have a not insignificant portion of my evening stuck in an elevator with two other people. The woman was on the verge of a panic attack the whole time, even when I tried to distract her with cat pictures. We had no reception at all and the elevator would occasionally shudder up before falling for a few seconds before the brakes kicked in. One of the doors cracked open on emptiness/darkness at one point. We got out a few minutes before the repair man got here, when the door opened on the first floor and we rushed out. I stayed behind to inform repair guy of the details.

The only reason I was taking the stairs was that my knee hurt, I was carrying pizza and I live on the fifth floor. AND THEN I HAD TO USE THE STAIRS ANYWAY щ(ಠ益ಠщ)

breathe

I slept somewhat poorly last night. I suppose I hadn't yet processed the whole elevator business. I had an enjoyable, semi-lucid dream that involved way too many stairs -- but at least they were stairs, I would have freaked if they'd been elevators -- and when my alarm sounded, I shut it off, turned around and went back to sleep. On my bad shoulder. Heyo.

I had to force myself to use the elevator again today, both out of habit (I usually use the stairs) and out of fear. I figured if I didn't, the fear might get bigger.

I didn't get as much writing done this month as I had hoped. I thought NaNoWriMo might help me get back into gear, but alas Life. I did write something every day, but I've only 'won' NaNoWriMo if you assume every comic thumbnail I did is worth 1k words. I did a whoooooooole bunch of thumbnails, though. 47 thumbnails, for 30 or so ones that are the final composition of the page.

Every time fandom_stocking rolls around I'm amazed at how different the mod's communication style differs from mine. I tend to aim for short and to the point (but apparently land at "blunt to the point of rudeness") and theirs is very much Not That. Then again, fandom_stoking has about 4 times the participants that nightonficmountain does, so clearly they're doing something right.

OH WELL. Here's to hoping going to the pool tomorrow is going to clear my head from various assorted anxieties and spiralling thoughts.