it's like a train wreck, only fluffier

Me: I must not buy any books or stationery this month.

Also me: ...oops.

Bookses:

I've finished Magpie Murders.  It was pretty good, although I had a very angry moment in the middle where one murder mystery just stopped with two chapters missing, and I had to read another one before getting to the two chapters.  I guess that'll teach me to not read write-ups properly.  I've moved on to The Shining Girls , which is shaping up as a thriller so far.  Also The Owl Man is still being read in the background as my non-fiction choice, and I picked up The Death of Truth for when that's done.  I also picked up a weird little journal in the publisher's outlet called Joy Every Day, which is mostly a mood tracker.  It's twee as all get out, but the actual bones of it seem like a system that could work for me, and it was only £4 so I'm going to try it out.

Writing:

Not sure I'm going to hit bingo.  My Cinderella and Puss in Boots squares are stalled, and the Little Mermaid has turned into a multi-chapter beast which will definitely not be finished, so I'd only be posting the first three chapters.  Supernatural Crime Thriller is still trundling along in the background, and people are responding well to the snippets I've posted (and it's keeping me really on track with the story-telling to be also moving the story along with tiny glimpses, rather than just relying on filling everything out).  I'm liking the way the new characters are shaping up, and interacting with the preexisting ones.

Health:

On Saturday I finally decided to try some CBD.  I've been dragging my heels because it does interact with one of my meds - increased drowsiness - and also the expense (I know it's cheaper for a lot of people, but I'm on an NHS Pre-Payment certificate, which means I pay £10 a month for all ten of my meds; CBD is between £15 and £60 a bottle.  My current coping method is distraction, and that's a lot of 'hobby money' to pull out and invest in something that'll make me sleepier, and thus more difficult to distract.  If it works it's worth it, but if it doesn't work I've also crippled a strategy that helps, if you know what I mean).  I'm not sure what to expect, really, but I figured it was worth a try.  I'm coming up on twelve years of constant and unending pain, only interrupted by spells of feeling like a rat is trying to chew through my hip, and also that rat is made of barbed wire and actually on fire.  Some days it's hard to keep my spirits up, you know?