Well, that was a colossal failure.
On the casting front I was unable to finish the mold for my first casting, despite having everything ready to go because it was too cold to pour the plaster (it would freeze before setting). Because, Global Warming, bitches. Bah. Now that the weather has turned, I'll try to pour tomorrow, or maybe tonight if I feel particularly butch.
On the reading front, zero forward progress. I can't recall cracking a book the entire month of January, much less one that was moderately demanding of my intellect, or at least tolerance for outmoded editorial standards...
On the gym front: one freaking day, one trip. To be excessively generous to myself, I appear to have pinched a nerve and/or torn a muscle in my left arm in december, as I found even extraordinarily mundane and lazy activities such as sitting in a chair or... fucking sleeping!!!... would occasionally render me monentarily insensate with pain. Obviously using my arm to move heavy weight around right now is a dicey proposition. On the other hand... running. Bah. I knew it would be hard when I made the objective, so prior excuses are the known knowns, and thus... well...
On the bitches* aspect: One true approach, a week late, and the gentle and misleading shoot down. Again, no where near my goal. Recall that this is outcome independent, as I'm not in a hurry to get my dick wet with some random skank. If that was the case I'm sure I could free up enough cash to pay for it, and we all pay for it somehow.
On the socializing front... mixed bag. I already had one social activity that I wasn't counting per week, and that doubled. In theory that means I'm meeting half my goal, and reliably. Likewise, I've been a bit more social in my online gaming, despite technical limits, than I usual am. However, my oldest and dearest friends (You fucking assholes... you know who you are), deliberately moved to free up my friday nights for more productive socializing... so now I stay home friday nights with the internet for company.
On the other hand, my dog is still alive and now expects to be walked. Now he will ONLY poop or pee in the house or on a leash. I guess that is progress. On the other hand, even without a particular provocation, I nearly decided that death was preferable to paying attention to him earlier today, so obviously my rope is frayed**
*It goes without saying that I use this term facetiously and with some affection for the weaker sex. However, I obviously must say it because Internet.
** Yes, I'm sure some random asshole will attempt to report me to the Powers that Be for future animal abuse, because Internet. While I will admit freely to a certain phlegmatic and practical view towards animals and pets, contra most 'pet people', I have never harmed, nor tolerated the needless harm of a pet in my life. By dog standards I am a fucking saint compared to you. Also, go rent a sense of humor, you aspie tardlinger.
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