Sep 16, 2008 05:31
Well, actually, this was a pretty good day. I'm a fuckup and nothing makes me happy, so I only realized this in retrospect, but really. It was cool.
It started with getting the mail; a package containing several fossil snake vertebrae and one fossil raptor claw, another package containing a bear skull in beautiful condition, and a check from Weird Tales. Rock on. I cut myself opening the package with the bear skull, so I got to bleed on something, then I got to play with my calipers to measure bones. Congratulations, it's a girl!
It was a spectacularly beautiful day outside, so I donned my ear and face protection and went out to play with the Dremel. I'm almost finished with my second carved skull. I even got to horrify some woman walking past my house as her dog paused to pee on one of the tree stumps near the curb. I lifted the skull up to check my progress, and she bugged out of there really fast. It was a dog skull, so I guess I understand her discomfort. Her dog was a pretty big one, would've had a good skull. I went inside happy and covered in bone dust.
Then I went to go roleplay with friends and had the most inept superhero robbery intervention ever (when you wake up naked with "OINK" written on your chest, you know you have failed) as well as the schadenfreude of watching another character get the awkward "We understand if you're a lesbian!" talk from her mom. Seeing Sargon unleash the kinds of silliness on others that he does on me is higly gratifying. The group accomplished little more than setting off a fire alarm at a hospital, but there was lots of laughing.
I did not wear shoes to go out, either, because it was too beautiful to do so, so I got to drive barefoot and walk in the dewy grass and all of that.
I came home and took a razorblade after another box, wound up with wood shavings all over me, snuggled the cat, answered email, wrote some character profiles for total sluts and completed some spells for a different total slut, went back downstairs, had a popsicle, and set a bunch of stuff on fire.
I've taken a shower now, and will go to bed shortly. Tomorrow probably won't be as good. I mean, how can you top a day when you get covered in bone dust, wood shavings, soot, paint, and just a little blood; get dead things and really old dead things in the mail; get to laugh your ass off with friends; get to walk around barefoot in the grass, and then get to curl up with the most adorable cats in the world? Oh. And we watched some Babylon 5, so there was Marcus to look at.
Also, of course, there is Sargon, who figured prominently in all of this, and was a wonderful companion despite having had a bad night last night. I love him so much it's ridiculous.
The stupid thing is that I'm so worried about other stuff that I can't really enjoy the good things while they're going on. I need to work on that, I think, or I'm going to go crazy really soon. I mean, crazier than I already am. Which is plenty crazy, thanks.
In the meantime, if you could all send good loan/mortgage/house-hunting juju our way, I'd appreciate it, like, SO much. We're waiting for news, and we're hoping it's good news. After a day like today, a GOOD day, I am afraid that's doomed us to get bad news tomorrow. Feh.
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You know, after writing a naughty tentacle spell for that slutty mage character, I now want to rewrite Nine Inch Nails' Closer to include the refrain "I want to fuck you like a tentacle." I know that's what he'll be singing the first time he casts it on one of his schoolmates.
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