Observations
My fingers have hair on them. Formerly white-blonde, now the hairs on the backs of my fingers - in beween the knuckles - is a bit brown. And even darker now because I have egg, brown sugar, and flour stuck there.
Needless to say I won't be bringing home-baked cookies to the party tomorrow.
Ah well. I tried an alchemical baking experiment, it went horribly wrong, and so I tried to fix it. I think the fix worked - but now the dough has to set and I don't feel like putting the damn things in the oven.
Plus, I think I at too much cookie dough. Oh and my throat is hurting. I have no idea why. And though I've very sleep-deprived, I'm a bit of an insomniac right now.
Joy to be me.
I think I'll curl up in bed and just read or something. I really wanted to do something productive and creative tonight. I'm too tired for poetry, I think - but I'll attempt some anyways.
Tonight my tiny apartment is lonely. I don't often get lonely, but when I do, it's really aggravating. I'm looking forwards to living with Emily. I won't be prone to these infrequent blue periods.
There is of course a sure-fire guranteed way to perk me up, but... it requires several thousand km of travel. Seeing James and the kids tomorrow will help, and getting laundry done. Also I get to explore the stream I'm researching for Geography.
Ooh! My throat just felt better. It's not a bug. I had some bread stuck back there.
Aren't I attractive? lol. Plus my red night shirt has flour down the front.
I really miss Mexico. And Camp Gaea. And the people that reside at each of those places. I dreamt of a convergence of those two places last night - Buck and I at Monte Alban, the sacred city of the ancient Tzapotecas. Someday.
I'm very glad to have wonderful people who love me in this city, too - and I get to see lots of them in the next few days. On the bright side, the week from hell is almost over. The two projects get handed in next week, the quizzes were today, and the mid-term is tomorrow.
Namaste.
Needless to say I won't be bringing home-baked cookies to the party tomorrow.
Ah well. I tried an alchemical baking experiment, it went horribly wrong, and so I tried to fix it. I think the fix worked - but now the dough has to set and I don't feel like putting the damn things in the oven.
Plus, I think I at too much cookie dough. Oh and my throat is hurting. I have no idea why. And though I've very sleep-deprived, I'm a bit of an insomniac right now.
Joy to be me.
I think I'll curl up in bed and just read or something. I really wanted to do something productive and creative tonight. I'm too tired for poetry, I think - but I'll attempt some anyways.
Tonight my tiny apartment is lonely. I don't often get lonely, but when I do, it's really aggravating. I'm looking forwards to living with Emily. I won't be prone to these infrequent blue periods.
There is of course a sure-fire guranteed way to perk me up, but... it requires several thousand km of travel. Seeing James and the kids tomorrow will help, and getting laundry done. Also I get to explore the stream I'm researching for Geography.
Ooh! My throat just felt better. It's not a bug. I had some bread stuck back there.
Aren't I attractive? lol. Plus my red night shirt has flour down the front.
I really miss Mexico. And Camp Gaea. And the people that reside at each of those places. I dreamt of a convergence of those two places last night - Buck and I at Monte Alban, the sacred city of the ancient Tzapotecas. Someday.
I'm very glad to have wonderful people who love me in this city, too - and I get to see lots of them in the next few days. On the bright side, the week from hell is almost over. The two projects get handed in next week, the quizzes were today, and the mid-term is tomorrow.
Namaste.