I am so glad I went to Hell. I've been trying to go since shortly before I ran a scene in Roundabout there, but I've been busy or sick or tired or feeling too crappy to go out. But tonight, I took my lover's advice and had a great nap at twilight ( Read more... )

To Morpheus, and all the Gods of sleep and rest ( Read more... )

I get to see doctorellisdee tonight!
I get to see doctorellisdee tonight!
I get to see doctorellisdee tonight!

Can you tell I'm super-excited? How many minutes left 'til 9:19 pm? Way too many!!!!

I remember just a week or so ago, mentioning to Coyote that doctorellisdee would come visit us in Providence around when I'll get back to see all the cool people in Albany. Which is to say, some time in ( Read more... )

This has to be the hardest time of the year for being an lj-connected Purchase Alumni. Wait, I think I'm an Alumnae. Dammit, the resident Latin-knowing person is asleep ( Read more... )

We got the apartment. We got the apartment. We got the apartment ( Read more... )

The small dinner party ended up smaller than expected, but it went swimmingly. The only slight disappointment was some aged butter, which prevented my wild mushroom sauce from being sublime. It was merely very good, but Julius' complexly-flavoured Portugeuse Steaks (topped with prosciutto), simple salad, and the fresh flute of French bread from ( Read more... )

Spent today cleaning. I know my guests won't notice the dust on the side of the toilet, but it makes me more relaxed to be a reigning ruler of a clean space. It also makes the event more sharply anticipated.

Tonight or tomorrow, I'll be buying tickets to the Rave in Springfield. aeshnor, zantiphia, and/or postvixen might tag along with me- but I really won't be ( Read more... )

I couldn't sleep. Not with the wind dancing thunder through the trees and shaking the house. Oddly disconcerting and thrilling, feeling a bone-solid Victorian shudder around you. I love the Wind and the Wind loves me. We haven't been out dancing much, this Autumn, but I'll change that. I want to run across a moor. I want to gallop bareback on ( Read more... )

Before my parents moved (literally, right out from under me), all was hectic strength/endurance tests and sorting through the junk they claimed was mine. Since they've moved, I've been in a haze. I've been like a clockwork ballerina whose spring is just . . . about . . . run . . . down. And in my mind-fog, things have slipped away from me ( Read more... )

I've spent the past week in a daze.

Work (temping, a job that may last only one more day . . . or so they've said for the last 7 consecutive workdays) then pick up the husband, then spend a few hours unscrewing the brain via TV or book.

I just spent an evening with zantiphia and a half-hour or so gabbing with Bob. Instant high. I should do this "hang ( Read more... )