#100BM Day 89

Got a really nice comment (comments are rare ’round these parts) yesterday: ‘Your Months of Mundanity series is pleasantly non-alienating for me.’

I am delighted by this. Thank you! The internet is so full of extremes of ‘Life is SO great LOOK AT ME’ and ‘EVERYONE IS THE FUCKING WORST AND I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF IT’ that it is almost instantly exhausting. At the risk of going all McConaughey on you, life is mostly just livin’, y’all, so I am very pleased that my little oasis of guarded, frequently dull as shit, genuine existence is appreciated. My ego thanks you.


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#100BM Day 88

Worked tonight. Biking home now.  Well, not RIGHT now, but yeah.


Here is an old-fashioned corrugated steel house in Reykjavík, tarted up a bit.  The owner, a nice old gentleman on a motorbike, caught me taking the photo and asked if I liked the place (first in Icelandic, then in broken English).

‘Oh yes, it’s very beautiful.’

‘Thank you! Thank you! You have saved my day! Takk! ‘


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Quality time with Photoshop.

#100BM Day 87

I started knitting an adult-sized sweater yesterday with some of the wool I bought in Iceland. Holy crap, grown-ups are too big and their sweaters are gigantic. I’ve knit thousands of stitches so far and I have finished the bottom cuff and about an inch of the main body.

Maybe I will just bind it off and give it to an baby elephant to wear as a headband. (more…)

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#100BM Day 85

Utterly failing at using this constructively as a writing exercise this week.  Have spent my evening eating pierogies and listening to  Professor Blastoff at a friend’s place instead of writing (or, at least, planning) increasingly dated and irrelevant posts about my travels. I get overwhelmed and tired just thinking about organising thoughts and photos into something cohesive.

Illness update: See above re. pierogies. Have infected Weebro for sure. Still snorkling and coughing rough, but my sinuses have that cleared-out-by-accidentally-inhaling-pool-water feeling, so maybe the cold is finally getting the heck out of Dodge. Good riddance, ya bastard.

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Keeping up.

#100BM Day 84.

Ate an actual meal (mashed potatoes, sole, ginger ale) tonight, which is sitting (thus far) comfortably in my unchallenged-in-36-hours belly. I am, however, back to hacking up lung crud and my migraine-y sinus headache is back with a vengeance.

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HCl, KCl, and NaCl.

#100BM Day 83

I took my first sick day from work in at least six months today. My body decided to not be able to digest anything, like I’ve swallowed a poisoned brick. Impossible to stay hydrated. All I’ve eaten is two bananas, but it took about an hour to eat each one (10 hours apart). Even coming downstairs to make more mint tea has wiped me out, even though I’ve spent 85% of today sleeping (the rest whining and making mad dashes to the bathroom).

Not my best day, to be sure.

No idea what this is about. Bug? Food poisoning? I rarely have stomach troubles that last more than three or four hours, and never like this. Not helping matters is my lower back and knees aching fiercely, because it made finding a comfortable position almost impossible. Luckily, I was able to keep a anti-inflammatory down earlier.

Ugh. I hate this. This day was 100% a waste. I’m not used to that, even though I’m one of the world’s great lazy assholes.

Going to try to eat one of those Wasa crackers I got in my race kit. Maybe I can finish it before midnight.


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#100BM Day 80

Seems a shame to rush an entry about my last full day of vacation, but I have spent a lot of time in my hotel room today (mostly sleeping), so I feel like I should go watch the fireworks that start in about 50 minutes, since I’m not going to be able to sleep while they’re going on anyway. (more…)

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