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My birthday went well. I was sick-but-mobile, and Coyote was sick-enough-to-nap (which is like, a few shades above hospital visit sick, for him), so we didn't go to any parties. We made a day of feasting and lazing, and I have no regrets. I'm still planning on doing my celebrations at the end of March.
Tiger came by midmorning and we sliced up delicious raw fishes (mackerel and salmon) which Tiger arranged all pretty on a plate. We ate them with rice, it was lovely. Finally, a satisfying portion of sashimi, and it didn't cost a limb!
Naps happened, Baldur's Gate-playing happened, but by the time dinner rolled around I had neither energy nor desire for cooking yet another fancy dinner. So Tiger used my new waffle iron and made dinner-waffles, yum yum yum! Dessert was chocolate fondue, which lasted a week and a half. As usual, I added more to it and cut up more fruit, enjoyed it then cooled it and covered it and reheated a few nights later. It's a wonderful winter dessert, and so easy.
Tiger grumped at me for the simple cream, chocolate, and mini marshmallows recipe I use. "Why don't you just make a chocolate ganache?" Silly. That'd be totally the wrong texture. He loved my fondue, everyone does.
My birthday presents were the two friends I made at Build-A-Bear and an intimidating but wonderful replacement vibrator, the Doxy. It's quite a lot of fun, but I'm glad I also have other vibrators with lower speeds. Tiger liked that I had a birthday tree (really, just placing my birthday presents under the Christmas tree) and wants one too. I hope I'm still Awake enough for his birthday to do that for him.
I haven't done terribly much since my birthday. Rest up, so that the mild sickness wouldn't mutate into the usual crap that makes me miserable for a month or more in winter. Went to the gym, though mostly I've been doing freeform ballet in the group classes studio. The bishop did his official visit to our church today- I baked chocolate chip cookies, and the kids descended like piranhas and polished off the plate before I'd even changed out of my vestments! Good thing I had tested a few for poison last night and this morning.
I had wanted to make challah bread, but didn't have the energy. Yesterday morning through early afternoon, I was a whirlwind of cleaning and organizing, shoving a lot of stuff into storage to give more space for our new roommate.
She was sitting on me as I started this entry, but I think she's napping in my fabric closet now. She's a pretty calico, domestic shorthair, sweet and affectionate. She's one of the most people-oriented cats I've ever met- only sulked under the clawfoot tub for a few hours before venturing out in search of petting. I've been happy to oblige. Coyote's moderately allergic to Asian breeds of cats, but luckily significantly less allergic to domestic shorthairs & longhairs. Her name is Phoenix, and her family's on sabbatical in France, so she's with us 'til the end of June.
I already know I'm going to be heartbroken when she goes, but. Maybe we'll crunch numbers and figure out it's not as expensive as we feared, to own a cat. Maybe we can get one of the ones those asshole people are always giving away on Craigslist. Maybe we can talk to PARL or other local animal shelters about being a foster family, so that we can get the same deal with them.
Or maybe just knowing what a cat really costs will be enough motivation for me to get the part-time job that will change our financial lives. Hmm, maybe. Fix self first. I have only begun the first part of the search, I've got some leads on local doctors that are taking patients. Once the Primary Care Physician is set up (I guess I should get another physical, just to be sure they're less humiliating than my last doctor.), I need to find a therapist who also has room, and then a psychiatrist.
Just typing that much makes me feel like I'm bleeding money. But Coyote says it's a priority, he's on board with me . . . I don't even know. Becoming more human? Becoming functional, all year round?
Right now, I hate my anxiety being so wildly out of control, and my seasonal-ish depression locking me away like Rapunzel in her tower. Dating Tiger has improved that somewhat, but . . . what would it be like to not have to be dragged outside? I think I wouldn't mind even being an emotionless robot in my hibernation period, just as long as I'm not so totally fucking useless.
But, speaking of things that don't suck, I've got a lot of kinky fun lined up for this week, plus I start two months of art lessons with a young girl who's wild about comics. I can't wait to encourage her to start finding her own voice. I look at this week on my iCal and, though I know I'll probably skip some of what's listed, it's hard to imagine getting through the whole week and still being pumped up to go to Hidden Flame.
I dunno. I want to LARP again, and this is totally the season to be Indigo-ing it up, but I'm really mostly thrilled about Roundabout. I have a really cool plan for the game in a few weeks, I just hope there are players who actually come!
I even told six of my friends, hey, come eat free yummy food while being a little dressed up, at one of your best friend's houses. You don't need to know anything about Changeling, the improv will be easy. Children welcome. And the only response has been that one of them will be working. Ah well, I'll start poking alternative options. Maybe post in the Red Fork Empire FB group, all those people have lots of cool costumes! And some of them know WoD, to boot.
I think about advertising in the Hidden Flame or Rage Across the Cape forums, and then I think about the people in those games that I'd love to play with in Roundabout. I can think of six offhand, but then there's at least five others that I don't want knowing that I even run a very occasional Changeling LARP. It's quite possible that the people I really really don't want playing my game won't possibly want to join, but I'm not sure if I want to take that risk. I'm toying with the idea of having a prebanned list, but I dunno. Less drama if I just advertise in the RFE.
Oh goody, I'm starting to get sleepy. A little more tooling around online or Baldur's Gating and I'll be off to dreamland.
Tiger came by midmorning and we sliced up delicious raw fishes (mackerel and salmon) which Tiger arranged all pretty on a plate. We ate them with rice, it was lovely. Finally, a satisfying portion of sashimi, and it didn't cost a limb!
Naps happened, Baldur's Gate-playing happened, but by the time dinner rolled around I had neither energy nor desire for cooking yet another fancy dinner. So Tiger used my new waffle iron and made dinner-waffles, yum yum yum! Dessert was chocolate fondue, which lasted a week and a half. As usual, I added more to it and cut up more fruit, enjoyed it then cooled it and covered it and reheated a few nights later. It's a wonderful winter dessert, and so easy.
Tiger grumped at me for the simple cream, chocolate, and mini marshmallows recipe I use. "Why don't you just make a chocolate ganache?" Silly. That'd be totally the wrong texture. He loved my fondue, everyone does.
My birthday presents were the two friends I made at Build-A-Bear and an intimidating but wonderful replacement vibrator, the Doxy. It's quite a lot of fun, but I'm glad I also have other vibrators with lower speeds. Tiger liked that I had a birthday tree (really, just placing my birthday presents under the Christmas tree) and wants one too. I hope I'm still Awake enough for his birthday to do that for him.
I haven't done terribly much since my birthday. Rest up, so that the mild sickness wouldn't mutate into the usual crap that makes me miserable for a month or more in winter. Went to the gym, though mostly I've been doing freeform ballet in the group classes studio. The bishop did his official visit to our church today- I baked chocolate chip cookies, and the kids descended like piranhas and polished off the plate before I'd even changed out of my vestments! Good thing I had tested a few for poison last night and this morning.
I had wanted to make challah bread, but didn't have the energy. Yesterday morning through early afternoon, I was a whirlwind of cleaning and organizing, shoving a lot of stuff into storage to give more space for our new roommate.
She was sitting on me as I started this entry, but I think she's napping in my fabric closet now. She's a pretty calico, domestic shorthair, sweet and affectionate. She's one of the most people-oriented cats I've ever met- only sulked under the clawfoot tub for a few hours before venturing out in search of petting. I've been happy to oblige. Coyote's moderately allergic to Asian breeds of cats, but luckily significantly less allergic to domestic shorthairs & longhairs. Her name is Phoenix, and her family's on sabbatical in France, so she's with us 'til the end of June.
I already know I'm going to be heartbroken when she goes, but. Maybe we'll crunch numbers and figure out it's not as expensive as we feared, to own a cat. Maybe we can get one of the ones those asshole people are always giving away on Craigslist. Maybe we can talk to PARL or other local animal shelters about being a foster family, so that we can get the same deal with them.
Or maybe just knowing what a cat really costs will be enough motivation for me to get the part-time job that will change our financial lives. Hmm, maybe. Fix self first. I have only begun the first part of the search, I've got some leads on local doctors that are taking patients. Once the Primary Care Physician is set up (I guess I should get another physical, just to be sure they're less humiliating than my last doctor.), I need to find a therapist who also has room, and then a psychiatrist.
Just typing that much makes me feel like I'm bleeding money. But Coyote says it's a priority, he's on board with me . . . I don't even know. Becoming more human? Becoming functional, all year round?
Right now, I hate my anxiety being so wildly out of control, and my seasonal-ish depression locking me away like Rapunzel in her tower. Dating Tiger has improved that somewhat, but . . . what would it be like to not have to be dragged outside? I think I wouldn't mind even being an emotionless robot in my hibernation period, just as long as I'm not so totally fucking useless.
But, speaking of things that don't suck, I've got a lot of kinky fun lined up for this week, plus I start two months of art lessons with a young girl who's wild about comics. I can't wait to encourage her to start finding her own voice. I look at this week on my iCal and, though I know I'll probably skip some of what's listed, it's hard to imagine getting through the whole week and still being pumped up to go to Hidden Flame.
I dunno. I want to LARP again, and this is totally the season to be Indigo-ing it up, but I'm really mostly thrilled about Roundabout. I have a really cool plan for the game in a few weeks, I just hope there are players who actually come!
I even told six of my friends, hey, come eat free yummy food while being a little dressed up, at one of your best friend's houses. You don't need to know anything about Changeling, the improv will be easy. Children welcome. And the only response has been that one of them will be working. Ah well, I'll start poking alternative options. Maybe post in the Red Fork Empire FB group, all those people have lots of cool costumes! And some of them know WoD, to boot.
I think about advertising in the Hidden Flame or Rage Across the Cape forums, and then I think about the people in those games that I'd love to play with in Roundabout. I can think of six offhand, but then there's at least five others that I don't want knowing that I even run a very occasional Changeling LARP. It's quite possible that the people I really really don't want playing my game won't possibly want to join, but I'm not sure if I want to take that risk. I'm toying with the idea of having a prebanned list, but I dunno. Less drama if I just advertise in the RFE.
Oh goody, I'm starting to get sleepy. A little more tooling around online or Baldur's Gating and I'll be off to dreamland.