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Daily Journal
Mar. 27th, 2020 05:20 pmEh, missed doing yesterday's. I am not going to be fussed about it.
It's been a sunnier day than expected, but I still did not stir from the apartment because today is red day 1, and there is so much ow if I move around too much. At least yellow days are done.
(Yellow days = hormone hell week, right before my period when my hormones set off the MCAS which then fucks with my brain and makes me more cranky and prone to mood swings. Think caution sign yellow. Red days should be kinda obvious from that and the context.)
Have dismantled one temporary shelf thing that was for the cats to look out the one kitchen window because Marisol was using it as a way to get on the kitchen table where she is not allowed, and there has been much cranky noise about that in the last two days.
Beyond that, and fetching of food for me and for the cats, and drinks, and the consequences of drinks, I have not stirred from my bed really at all. Because it hurts less that way.
On the other hand, I have now learned that if I want to actually control where the fuck things are in a page when playing with html and css, to set the margin to 0 on my body tag. Because otherwise there's an invisible margin that I have to account for and nothing tells me what that nominal margin around the entire page is supposed to be.
Which, when I am doing things with timelines or family trees is extremely irritating. Granted, that was what drove me to figure out what the fuck, but still. *grumps*
(It has been a long many years teaching myself how the fuck to do this stuff because attempting to learn it quicker doesn't work, and no, I will not entertain any attempts to teach me anything ELSE used with a webpage any time soon, because last time I attempted to learn anything else, I rage-quit and went to go do something suitably destructive-but-useful.)
No story words yesterday, so no snippet today. We'll see how the rest of today goes and what that means for tomorrow's potential for snippet. Regardless, there will be SOMETHING for Sunday Six (ish).
It's been a sunnier day than expected, but I still did not stir from the apartment because today is red day 1, and there is so much ow if I move around too much. At least yellow days are done.
(Yellow days = hormone hell week, right before my period when my hormones set off the MCAS which then fucks with my brain and makes me more cranky and prone to mood swings. Think caution sign yellow. Red days should be kinda obvious from that and the context.)
Have dismantled one temporary shelf thing that was for the cats to look out the one kitchen window because Marisol was using it as a way to get on the kitchen table where she is not allowed, and there has been much cranky noise about that in the last two days.
Beyond that, and fetching of food for me and for the cats, and drinks, and the consequences of drinks, I have not stirred from my bed really at all. Because it hurts less that way.
On the other hand, I have now learned that if I want to actually control where the fuck things are in a page when playing with html and css, to set the margin to 0 on my body tag. Because otherwise there's an invisible margin that I have to account for and nothing tells me what that nominal margin around the entire page is supposed to be.
Which, when I am doing things with timelines or family trees is extremely irritating. Granted, that was what drove me to figure out what the fuck, but still. *grumps*
(It has been a long many years teaching myself how the fuck to do this stuff because attempting to learn it quicker doesn't work, and no, I will not entertain any attempts to teach me anything ELSE used with a webpage any time soon, because last time I attempted to learn anything else, I rage-quit and went to go do something suitably destructive-but-useful.)
No story words yesterday, so no snippet today. We'll see how the rest of today goes and what that means for tomorrow's potential for snippet. Regardless, there will be SOMETHING for Sunday Six (ish).