things feel good today
i. Am feeling quite good about things, all things considered -- at least I am now; I have been fluctuating. An hour ago I was feeling a bit grim for no particular reason. I have been remembering to take my supplements most days, which is probably helping a bit. (Possibly more than a bit.) And I'm finally getting a bid giddy with birthday anticipation, what with waking up in the morning and thinking "THREE MORE DAYS OMG". (Actually my first thought upon waking this morning was "SIRIUS/SARAH-JANE OTP!", but that's another story altogether.)
ii. Birthday plans have been made, too, which is another source of giddiness. My birthday falls on Father's Day for the first time in six years (I was born on Father's Day, too), so Dad and I have been planning to do something together for quite a while now. Alas, no concerts could be found (everyone seems to be in Europe right now -- Germany and Switzerland and places like that), and no films playing that both of us are especially keen on, but we've managed to find some things that will be splendid. So, we're going out to each after church (Dad's preaching!): some barbecue place which is supposed to be really good. He said, "It's not a very nice place -- I mean, the food is excellent, but it's not at all fancy," to which I said, "Fie! I like a restaurant I can be comfortable in!" Which I do -- I'm not particularly big on most fine dining, because it isn't comfortable (although I love dressing up!), and I rarely like the food half as well, anyway. I am terribly fond of eating and like hearty, flavourful foods, particularly ones that go well with a book.
Afterwards, we are going to the Carnegie Museum of Art in Pittsburgh! I am very excited about this, as I have always wanted to go to an art museum -- well, mostly since I developed a serious appreciation for art recently (art other than storybook illustrations, which have been a fascination and passion of mine from early childhood), but I've always loved the idea of museums in general -- I like the neatness of them; there's something about the way they're laid out that makes me feel clear. This is without even mentioning the vast amount of knowledge and history contained therein! Also there will be people to watch, which is also fun.
Then we will come home and have dinner and things. 'Things' probably referring to presents. I am allowed a wee bit of materialism on my birthday, yes? MYSTERIOUS PACKAGES AUGH. THEY TORMENT ME FROM INSIDE THE CLOSET. (At least I think they're inside the closet. They usually are.) And I want to have at least one hour all to myself -- although I will probably wake up irrationally early, as I always do on holidays out of sheer excitement, and perhaps I will sit out on the roof a while. (I may not actually post anything or use the internet much on my birthday, what with rattling about and all -- will probably log on early in the morning armed with "HAI GUYS, I AM SEVENTEEN!", nag
ressie_noldo as is my wont, and do something related to Doctor Who.)
iii. Speaking of birthdays, I wrote birthday-fic for
safebox, which I am still fairly in awe of. Not because I think it's a work of staggering genius (though I am very fond of it), but because of the dry spell which has been discussed here at some great length. I sort of forced it out of me, and it actually turned out good. I still keep rushing back to look at it and make sure it's still existing. You can read it here (An Anatomy of the Impossible) -- it's all about Martha Jones, hurrah!
ii. Birthday plans have been made, too, which is another source of giddiness. My birthday falls on Father's Day for the first time in six years (I was born on Father's Day, too), so Dad and I have been planning to do something together for quite a while now. Alas, no concerts could be found (everyone seems to be in Europe right now -- Germany and Switzerland and places like that), and no films playing that both of us are especially keen on, but we've managed to find some things that will be splendid. So, we're going out to each after church (Dad's preaching!): some barbecue place which is supposed to be really good. He said, "It's not a very nice place -- I mean, the food is excellent, but it's not at all fancy," to which I said, "Fie! I like a restaurant I can be comfortable in!" Which I do -- I'm not particularly big on most fine dining, because it isn't comfortable (although I love dressing up!), and I rarely like the food half as well, anyway. I am terribly fond of eating and like hearty, flavourful foods, particularly ones that go well with a book.
Afterwards, we are going to the Carnegie Museum of Art in Pittsburgh! I am very excited about this, as I have always wanted to go to an art museum -- well, mostly since I developed a serious appreciation for art recently (art other than storybook illustrations, which have been a fascination and passion of mine from early childhood), but I've always loved the idea of museums in general -- I like the neatness of them; there's something about the way they're laid out that makes me feel clear. This is without even mentioning the vast amount of knowledge and history contained therein! Also there will be people to watch, which is also fun.
Then we will come home and have dinner and things. 'Things' probably referring to presents. I am allowed a wee bit of materialism on my birthday, yes? MYSTERIOUS PACKAGES AUGH. THEY TORMENT ME FROM INSIDE THE CLOSET. (At least I think they're inside the closet. They usually are.) And I want to have at least one hour all to myself -- although I will probably wake up irrationally early, as I always do on holidays out of sheer excitement, and perhaps I will sit out on the roof a while. (I may not actually post anything or use the internet much on my birthday, what with rattling about and all -- will probably log on early in the morning armed with "HAI GUYS, I AM SEVENTEEN!", nag
ressie_noldo as is my wont, and do something related to Doctor Who.)
iii. Speaking of birthdays, I wrote birthday-fic for
safebox, which I am still fairly in awe of. Not because I think it's a work of staggering genius (though I am very fond of it), but because of the dry spell which has been discussed here at some great length. I sort of forced it out of me, and it actually turned out good. I still keep rushing back to look at it and make sure it's still existing. You can read it here (An Anatomy of the Impossible) -- it's all about Martha Jones, hurrah!