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One small alteration to a routine and suddenly there is cascading failure. XD I've spent a couple of weeks in a disorganised haze, but now the sun is not shining, the room is clean, and I have crocheted an entire sausage dog, which is nice.

Currently reading The Weird and the Eerie by Mark Fisher, which is interesting and making me feel rather lacking in cultural capital, and with an abundance of media to go forth and check out. Mostly it is making me think that Jonny Sims (of Magnus Archive fame) has also read this, and it is giving me more of an insight into why TMA works.

I still haven't made it to the end of TMA - I keep tripping over somewhere towards the beginning of season 5, and the record skips back to the beginning again. I've mentioned before that familiar media is safe, but I have enough people to wibble at about it that hopefully I'll manage to make it through on this go around.

Next crochet project is currently undecided - I have a half-finished whale to complete, plus patterns for skulls, ravens, pirates, an incredible screaming shawl and, weirdly, a camel. It's on my to-do list to decide today.

Writing continues to not happen; we've reached the point where I have to actually force myself into it or else it never will. It's a difficult task when you hate everything that emerges - endless writing advice to allow yourself to be terrible would require some kind of blindfold arrangement, I feel.