There's something so satisfying about ironing silk. Not only is it instant gratification on the right heat setting- the wrinkles just disappear!- but the sensuality of the fabric is magnified by the sense that you're turning something that's beautifully rumpled and shoddy into something that just looks perfect. Not an easy thing to do in most cases ( Read more... )

Dear Sleep ( Read more... )

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAno and fuck you. Same song, umptymillionth verse. Hi there, Monday.

It has probably calmed down, though. I have also, in an unrelated note, laundered everything in my room that could be laundered (barring two pillows). Tonight, after the gym, I plan to vacuum it and then get started on my mending, because I am sick of living in messiness. Also, because I have been completely unproductive lately and it's getting to ( Read more... )

Also, ow. Stupid body.

I have sent out somewhere between twenty and thirty resumes today. I haven't had work all week. A freaking of out is being narrowly held off, and I'm trying really hard not to go into "depression MUST SLEEP" mode.

Screw you, torso. I am totally going hiking tomorrow, you just see if I don't!

I keep forgetting that I can post again. I need to get back in the habit of updating this puppy ( Read more... )

Remember how I mentioned I feel like crap? Yeah. Still the case. Enough so that I'm home from work, even though I really, really need the money this day would get me.

Stupid body.

Edit: Y'know what's gotten me through this weekend-and-a-day? Tea. I love tea ( Read more... )

"I don't want to die without trying everything, at least once," she whispered to Cormac one night. "I don't know anything about the soul, but I want to know everything about flesh. Everything that I can possibly know. To see it. To feel it. To do it. For I could die tomorrow."
      So Cormac realized that he was also living with a woman who knew ( Read more... )

THERE IS NOT ENOUGH DESK IN THIS WORLD FOR MY HEAD RIGHT NOW.

AAAAAAARRRRGH.

Apparently my life is controlled by INSANE, UNMEDICATED GNOMES with really twisted senses of humor and absolutely no sense of freaking timing. Their WTFerey is so strong that I didn't even NOTICE it until about six hours later.

Blaaaaaarg.