i dunno where I'm going to put the FREESTYLE bag. On the wall maybe? Hmm.
OKAY NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO HAVE A SUCKY YEAR, IT IS NOT ALLOWED ANY MORE. I command it! by the power of my will! *glowers around f-list*
Meimi, package came! :D :D :D It actually came Wednesday but the mailman was late that day and Mom was in Eugene and was too late to pick it up yesterday, so I got it today.
I keep having really vivid dreams -- like night before last I dreamed about a sentai team that apparently was associated with some sort of factory -- like they were laborers or something and had to defeat Teh Evil, and then there was a lot of business with the horrible icky ground of the factory and an apartment building that looked right into the main yard, which then morphed into 'I have to fit at least twelve people, with all associated baggage and about fifteen dressers plus seven or eight bookcases completely filled with books into the upstairs of the old farmhouse, which fortunately is slightly bigger than the actual farmhouse was'. I had somehow managed to cram three beds for the guys into a room smaller than my bedroom and had converted the open area beside it into a living area, but I hadn't started the girls' area yet, since they had the larger room where my sisters and I slept the summer we spent there, plus the attic. And then we found a smaller walk-in area for a closet for the guys. o/ I have no idea what the downstairs looked like because I was surrounded by boxes and dressers and puzzling out how to fit everything.
And then last night I think I was in/was watching a Rilla of Ingleside movie, which of course was primarily Walter and Una and included for no apparent reason the appearance of Anne's Dead Baby as an adult spirit. Whacking sense into her younger brother. That part was freaking awesome. I think there were makeouts, or at least kissyface! I kind of think it was because I was talking to Kate about her wanting to read Anne's House of Dreams but not wanting to because it wasn't fall and therefore not time for The Annual Reread.
...as I was saying to Amy, dreams like that don't even make it on my list of side effects, because it always happens. Tonight, I am hoping for a Kabuto dream! o/
Went to work, went to the partyish thing afterward, went to Emerald City and had a soothing discussion with Stu over why it was stupid that they would let you take a plastic needle on a plane but not a metal one. Dude, a Bryson 29" needle would make a very effective garrote! Plus the tips are pointed and sturdy enough that I for one would object strongly to being poked in the eye with it. But yanocchi is going to Comic Con, and they won't allow her a metal needle on the plane, so I offered to lend her a plastic one. I hope it works all right, I haven't used a plastic needle with the yarn she's using before. Must remember to bring in cone of cobweb yarn to show her, since we were talking about it. Must remember NOT to go to Soft Horizons tomorrow as apparently bitches have got in Noro Silk Garden sock yarn and I kind of want it like a burning fire in my heart and yet cannot justify it. So better not to be tempted in the first place.
Mother still buying essential oils for crazy child. Crazy child is a little afraid to imagine what rosemary and grapefruit are going to smell like mixed together.
Okay, I'm going to write another drabble and then I'm going to start a slow ooze toward bed. :Dv
edit: reading Ovid as I take it toward the bathroom for tub reading -- is there seriously anything a Greek deity would not bang? Inquiring minds.
Meimi, package came! :D :D :D It actually came Wednesday but the mailman was late that day and Mom was in Eugene and was too late to pick it up yesterday, so I got it today.
I keep having really vivid dreams -- like night before last I dreamed about a sentai team that apparently was associated with some sort of factory -- like they were laborers or something and had to defeat Teh Evil, and then there was a lot of business with the horrible icky ground of the factory and an apartment building that looked right into the main yard, which then morphed into 'I have to fit at least twelve people, with all associated baggage and about fifteen dressers plus seven or eight bookcases completely filled with books into the upstairs of the old farmhouse, which fortunately is slightly bigger than the actual farmhouse was'. I had somehow managed to cram three beds for the guys into a room smaller than my bedroom and had converted the open area beside it into a living area, but I hadn't started the girls' area yet, since they had the larger room where my sisters and I slept the summer we spent there, plus the attic. And then we found a smaller walk-in area for a closet for the guys. o/ I have no idea what the downstairs looked like because I was surrounded by boxes and dressers and puzzling out how to fit everything.
And then last night I think I was in/was watching a Rilla of Ingleside movie, which of course was primarily Walter and Una and included for no apparent reason the appearance of Anne's Dead Baby as an adult spirit. Whacking sense into her younger brother. That part was freaking awesome. I think there were makeouts, or at least kissyface! I kind of think it was because I was talking to Kate about her wanting to read Anne's House of Dreams but not wanting to because it wasn't fall and therefore not time for The Annual Reread.
...as I was saying to Amy, dreams like that don't even make it on my list of side effects, because it always happens. Tonight, I am hoping for a Kabuto dream! o/
Went to work, went to the partyish thing afterward, went to Emerald City and had a soothing discussion with Stu over why it was stupid that they would let you take a plastic needle on a plane but not a metal one. Dude, a Bryson 29" needle would make a very effective garrote! Plus the tips are pointed and sturdy enough that I for one would object strongly to being poked in the eye with it. But yanocchi is going to Comic Con, and they won't allow her a metal needle on the plane, so I offered to lend her a plastic one. I hope it works all right, I haven't used a plastic needle with the yarn she's using before. Must remember to bring in cone of cobweb yarn to show her, since we were talking about it. Must remember NOT to go to Soft Horizons tomorrow as apparently bitches have got in Noro Silk Garden sock yarn and I kind of want it like a burning fire in my heart and yet cannot justify it. So better not to be tempted in the first place.
Mother still buying essential oils for crazy child. Crazy child is a little afraid to imagine what rosemary and grapefruit are going to smell like mixed together.
Okay, I'm going to write another drabble and then I'm going to start a slow ooze toward bed. :Dv
edit: reading Ovid as I take it toward the bathroom for tub reading -- is there seriously anything a Greek deity would not bang? Inquiring minds.