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Has it really been two years since I was online?
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Tried to describe the tongue..
          "Wet.. Skin? Well it's not really skin is it.. Wet muscle is giving me the heebie jeebies. I know muscles are wet, but I prefer not to think about it!"
          *googles other terms*
          "I guess 'wet mucus membrane' isn't wrong; somehow it's NOT making this better either"

The double edged sword of reading other people's fics about medical/law enforcement settings tagged "medical/law enforcement inaccuracies" and going "duh, it's fanfic, it'll still be good", then returning to continue writing my own fics and obsessively checking archives to make sure the- mentioned for like 5 words- weather in a specific city, at a specific day/time in 2009 is accurate 

I love that writing fanfiction makes me do Normal Things™ such as pulling up a calendar from 2010 to check if the unnamed day I'm writing about really is a weekday or if I have to change the plot to fit a weekend 

Finally got back to continuing on a WIP I've abandoned like 4 months ago to instead start 9 others.. Added one scene, tabbed out, started a new WIP 

Went on a walk today, which was the first time I've left the house just for the sake of it, instead of because of an appointment, in 7 months. 
          I've only been on one other walk this whole year, and there were 9 months between the last one last year and the first this one. 
          I've been going absolutely stir crazy since I've been bedbound ~23/7 for two years now, but there's just nothing I can really do about it due to my disabilities and that sucks. 
          Getting to go outside was really nice though, and since I've finally got my powerchair with a recline function, so it'll basically be like being in bed, I hope I'll be able to sit outside more often once the weather is a bit nicer again! 

One of my neighbours has been learning playing the piano for about 2 years. They take this very serious, and have been practicing the exact same snippets, of the same 3 songs, every day, exclusively in the evenings, for the entire time (only occasionally broken up by literal keysmashing and/or running their full hand up and down the length of the piano).
          And the entire neighbourhood is soo sick of it.
          Our walls are thin af and their piano is *loud*.
          They just started playing and immediately after, two dogs started barking, one person groaned, and muffled through the wall someone started screaming. People are arguing outside because they're annoyed. 
          Piano neighbour, the unbothered majesty, keeps on playing. 

Forgot my dog doesn't really react when stuff gets thrown his way and watched him absolutely fumble trying to eat a treat because he didn't realise I'd thrown him one until after it skid between his paws and under him.. 
          In this household there's one braincell to go around, and he keeps watching it pass by him pfft 

Source? A LiveJournal post from 2009 said so and they seemed trustworthy 

Mentioned a spider in my living room twice to my dad, him today: "by the way, what's your spiders name?"
          ...Am I really that predictable???