Hullo, it’s been a while. I had a New Year’s post planned, I really did, but it just stagnated in my drafts and there’s not much point in it now, seeing as it’s March.
I haven’t been updating because I’ve been dead inside for a while now and am not really in a sharing mood. So this is me, attempting to pull my head out of my arse and get something done that doesn’t involve work or sulking in bed.
Sort of. I’m not really getting out of bed much, but I am not sulking. Because Netflix. Blessed, cursed Netflix.
I have started down the rabbit hole that is Doctor Who. Not for lack of want, mind. I’ve been wanting to start on it for years but was too lazy to download so many episodes. Thank the universe for streaming.
The downside to this is, I have a lot feelings about things my Whovian friends have already moved on from. Like Eccleston’s short run as the Doctor. Not that I don’t like Tennant, but I’m two episodes shy of finishing Series 3, and I still miss Eccleston.
For someone who gets overly attached to fictional characters, it’s obvious getting hooked on this show is not the wisest thing hahaha! It’s taking all of my self-control to limit myself to 3-4 episodes a day and not skive off work.
I haven’t been to the gym in months and I miss it terribly. My usual gym closed down for renovations at the beginning of the year and I still haven’t figured out where to go. I’m mostly dreading having to get to know a new trainer. Just when I’d broken in my trainer and bought new running shoes.
The lack of exercise has been taking a toll on me, I think. I’ve been gloomier than usual, cramping’s regressing back to near-unbearable, and my sleep pattern’s completely out of whack.
My friends are sick of me saying that I’m going to retire from cosplay. The longest I’ve gone was 3 years, I think. After Peggy, I thought I’d quietly go back to cosplay retirement. I only really wanted to do that costume for my first comic con overseas, anyway. Two months ago, Rotch and Rael asked me to tag along when they went to source materials for their Kingsman costumes. Predictably, I went home with 5 yards of cloth and no idea where to find a new tailor who sews spandex. (I lost contact with my usual one when they moved workshops.)
Oh cosplay, why can’t I quit you?