Wow, it's been a while. I don't know, I just...didn't feel like there was anything worth putting in this journal for the longest time. Even if there was interesting stuff, it was all right just sitting in my head. 'Course part of that was the insanity of MED SCHOOL EXAMS, but still ( Read more... )

"You're a good man, Mister Oats?" said Granny, conversationally, as the echoes died away. "Even without your holy book and holy amulet and holy hat?'"
"Er...I try to be..." he ventured.
"Well . . . this is where you find out," said Granny. "To the fire we come at last, Mister Oats. This is where we both find out ( Read more... )

I'm getting soft and sentimental in my dotage. Either it's that, or the hormones are kicking around again. Wrong time in the cycle for them, though, I think. I don't know ( Read more... )

Dear Nat,

Along with the surprisingly long streak of RomCat in you, you also happen to have a surprisingly long streak of paladin. I know, a TN paladin, what the hell eh?

But basically, be careful with it.

Cheers,
past!you

I KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA BE

WHEN I'M GROWED UP IMMA BE A PHYSICIAN-SCIENTIST

YES THEY DO EXIST

PATIENTS IN THE MORNING, LAB MICE IN THE AFTERNOON

HALF DOCTOR HALF RESEARCHER

TO HEAL, TO SERVE, TO DISCOVER, TO STRIVE

FOOOOOOOOR SCIIIIIIIIIIIENCE!

(DAYLIGHT SAVINGS STRIKES AGAIN I GET AN EXTRA HOUR YAYYYYY)

Ril wins again, gloriously, my sides/stomach hurt from laughing, that was the best damn laugh I've had in ages, and I think this goes to show that sometimes karma does come around and reward you ( Read more... )

I still have not gotten around to mapping loneliness (solamente, solitario, desolatum) and its source. But have a quote, an old one, a familiar one, that is unfortunately a key element of it ( Read more... )

Adventures In Fooding: made celery + tomato + onion soup. Doesn't...quite work, really. Resorted to adding sugar and lemon and honey to make it better. Probably need to cook the onions and celery for longer...and maybe not use the celery leaves, cos goddamn that is a weird taste. (But what does one DO with the leaves ( Read more... )

Space in which I am used to being alone = a room

Space in which I am not used to being alone = a whole damn apartment ( Read more... )

(on account of, cataloguing changes over time)

You know you've achieved some milestones in self-control when putting off emu until you have the time and luxury to deal with it, just as Granny Weatherwax puts off injury, is as unthinking and as effortless to you as breathing. I make no pretense at being a master of the art of self-control, but I... ( Read more... )