delving into the area between the lines

Research tonight was fruitful if unsettling - I made some discoveries. They didn't paint a pretty picture. I have modelled my heroine on a woman who actually lived, and from my research, it looks like a couple of really bad things happened to her, and it made me sad and mad, because she was a really good person. I'm getting a good idea of what actually happened and how I can tie in certain incidents with my own plot. But I also have the impulse to go and cold-cock men who have been dead for 400 years, for seducing a girl who was probably around thirteen at the time. That's just... repellent & offensive. Even given cultural differences between then and now, she was a kid at the time.

Stomach seems to be recovering. I don't feel like there are rocks in it anymore. I am still wavering between being ravenous and having no appetite at all. Today I've only eaten a small french bread pizza and a cup of hot cocoa (along with juice and water all day). I'm sort of hungry right now and might eat a banana that my mom brought home for me earlier, but then again, I might just go to bed and save the banana for tomorrow. (oo, there's also leftover soup!)

vocabulary lessons

bored bored bored.

I feel beset with sisyphean tasks.
(that's "ones that are uphill all the way and impossible to complete.")