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So. The boy works in a medical center. Which means occasionally coming home to "Honey, I've been exposed to [well that's an interesting disease]." The other day it was scabies. Because a lot of people in the center were itchy and somehow scabies was the only possibility. But on the plus side I came home to all clean bedding, clean mattress cover, fresh pouf in the shower, etc. And a boyfriend ruefully reeking of medical cream. Meanwhile neither of us are all that convinced it's scabies because if he had it, I would have it soon after, and everyone else's spouses and possibly children would have it. And the only places I'm itching are the places that usually go dry in winter.
I'm not going to say maybe it's just dry skin to a bunch of medical professionals who have weird societal issues with me anyway, buuuuuuuut maybe it's just dry skin you guys.
I stayed up past my bedtime last night pulling all my colored pencils out of the order they came in and putting them into the palette order that's on the Prismacolor website yes I am a ginormous dork. I'm also struggling to focus on writing now when what I really want to be doing is practicing all of the drawing ever. It's not as hard as it was the last time this happened, but still.
(Also now it's just going to be plain hard to focus because I grumped on Twitter about Putin's assassination trend and Gail Simone and Mara Wilson RT'd me so, Um. There go my mentions for the day. Or week.)
I keep thinking I meant to do something house-fixy this weekend and I have no idea what it is. Pick up the garage? Finish the office? Sew something for the house? Not a clue. The boy was making mutterings about shelves on sale at Home Despot, but those are plastic shelves and no thank you. I have an aesthetic to stick to. Flatpack wood composite at the very very least, and preferably actual wood even if we have to cut it and I have to sand and stain it myself. I should go back in journal entries the last couple of weeks. I guess otherwise I'm just cleaning some more of the office, maybe plastering it up some and fixing something else, and then next week something like sanding and staining my yarn crates finally. Or by that point the lazy susan and spice jars should be in, so redoing that entire part of the house.
yes, I'm nesting. In lieu of being able to control world governments and shake people until they stop trying to destroy us all, I will control and clean my immediate environment. And make good art.
I'm not going to say maybe it's just dry skin to a bunch of medical professionals who have weird societal issues with me anyway, buuuuuuuut maybe it's just dry skin you guys.
I stayed up past my bedtime last night pulling all my colored pencils out of the order they came in and putting them into the palette order that's on the Prismacolor website yes I am a ginormous dork. I'm also struggling to focus on writing now when what I really want to be doing is practicing all of the drawing ever. It's not as hard as it was the last time this happened, but still.
(Also now it's just going to be plain hard to focus because I grumped on Twitter about Putin's assassination trend and Gail Simone and Mara Wilson RT'd me so, Um. There go my mentions for the day. Or week.)
I keep thinking I meant to do something house-fixy this weekend and I have no idea what it is. Pick up the garage? Finish the office? Sew something for the house? Not a clue. The boy was making mutterings about shelves on sale at Home Despot, but those are plastic shelves and no thank you. I have an aesthetic to stick to. Flatpack wood composite at the very very least, and preferably actual wood even if we have to cut it and I have to sand and stain it myself. I should go back in journal entries the last couple of weeks. I guess otherwise I'm just cleaning some more of the office, maybe plastering it up some and fixing something else, and then next week something like sanding and staining my yarn crates finally. Or by that point the lazy susan and spice jars should be in, so redoing that entire part of the house.
yes, I'm nesting. In lieu of being able to control world governments and shake people until they stop trying to destroy us all, I will control and clean my immediate environment. And make good art.