Sticks and stones.

It is getting colder, darker. This means a few things. I'm not in the mood for work. I'm tired of my job, and tired of the way that they treat my friends. I'm fixing up my resume. I am in the mood for cooking and for reading. I made fake beef stew with seitan (I'm quite proud of it, and, better than that, I'll know how to make an absolutely perfect fake beef stew with seitan next time.) and finished two books, and also watched Peter Pan, the one with Jason Isaacs and the beautiful American baby. The oncoming winter may also mean that my back is, once again, thoroughly fucked. Rather, my spine is certainly a mess, and, as none of us can come up with any other reasonable cause, and it broke the first time this time last year exactly, the change in weather may, unfortunately, have a lot to do with it. I tried to work yesterday, and had to leave after an hour. I called out again today. I've been to the doctor. I have strong pain medication, not a thing I usually allow myself, and it is working, and not making me too stupid. I'm sad about all of it, but not too sad, not like last time. I fear I'll eventually have to move to the continent like the Brownings. For now I'm drinking quite a lot of tea, and lying down, and trying to convince my friends to cuddle with me. There is a Dresden Dolls show tonight. That will heal me, yes?