Life piddles along.

New shelving and chairs and rugs from Ikea has made interior relocation possible. It's also created a charming new sight: Bunny (the cat) runs and leaps upon the throw rugs, surfing and sliding along. Jesse found them flung to far corners of the room upon his arrival. Myself, I smiled for the first time in hours after ( Read more... )

My twitch is back. And I'm drunk. (I see no correlation)

Just watched Carey Grant mince his way out of any shred of romance in the "romantic thriller" North by Northwest. Fine, mediocre film. Startling for its day, with sex and all. But now.. tame. Flaccid ( Read more... )

(This might be the right time to consider this, as my own life is going quite well.It seems that some lives just don't work out. A person can do all the right things, make all the smart choices, scrimp and save and toil and try, but in the end their home is still bombed by the Japanese. Or they die in childbirth. Or lightning. Or any of the ( Read more... )

Oh no! I'm in the "talk to the bus driver" seat! I'm alone on the bus, as she's already alluded to. I shall write, to avoid contact... sweet. A crippled guy of some kind came on to talk. I've changed seats amid the influx and will now try to be patient as I grow ever later ( Read more... )

None of my friends have journaled today, not even cerularius. It makes for an eery, boring silence ( Read more... )

So pounds out my left temple, in time with an imagined rendition of Ella's Night and Day. It's not work-related: I only worked 4 hours today and it was actually quite nice. I reminded elderly voters of an event tomorrow, and talked to a few more about their voting preference. Sure, the exposure to geriatricity got me down for a bit... quite a ( Read more... )

To all my friends who wished me a happy birthday yesterday:
Thank you.

The day was nice, despite the rain. No teasing job interviews, like last year. No hustle or bustle. Not much of anything, in fact.

But I got a great present from Jesse: paid LJ membership!! I'm still tweaking everything (a damnable lack of scanner keeps me from ( Read more... )

or, Ow! My Ass!

I am exhausted. My legs have sped me back and forth across this city, no less than thrice today. The first time for a lunch with gay grad students, the second time to retrieve an early birthday present, and the third to visit District 202's social event with cheerfulchaotic.

The last trip was, from the perspective of Nancy Flynn, a flop. ( Read more... )

Outside, it's pleasant. Enough so that when I wandered, zigging and zagging in my befuddled way toward the library, I didn't mind. But inside, it's an icebox. My elbows are numbing ( Read more... )