"I took a faith full leap and packed up all my things and all my love and gave it to somebody else."
Yesterday I went to the dentist. I stayed there three hours in total, had two teeth re-done from scratch, more or less, and even if everyone was incredibly nice, it was still a bad experience. The left side of my face kept hurting until late last night, even with painkillers, and today it still hurts when I eat. At least today I'm able to talk again. Yesterday I couldn't even carry a simple conversation on the phone without flinching every two words, and I couldn't even call space_oddity_75 to fangirl over Uskerty! Unacceptable! (When I'm pain I turn into the Earl of Lemongrab, apparently)
Being cut off from the rest of humanity at least allowed me to spend the time I usually spend socializing finishing the second season of Luther. Way better than the first one, I loved it. More character development, less gruesome but ultimately boring cases, that's the way it should be. And it made me long for London so much it felt like my heart was bursting out of my chest. I love that city, obviously, and I love watching movies and tv shows set in it, but I'd never felt so desperately, painfully nostalgic, like someone was squeezing my lungs. I'm blaming the medications, yes yes. I'm a tough, cynical person, that's me.
Speaking of, a picture of Sakura sleeping on the couch. I would like to point out that she's sleeping half off the edge of the couch. I took the picture then grabbed her before she could fall, and she didn't appreciate it at all. So I got her box (she loves that box) and put it on the couch, and now she has her personal, safe-proofed paper bed she can't fall off. I'm very proud of myself.
My aunt is not going to like it at all, but since boxes are by definition kitty magnets now I always know where she is: not falling off the couch. ;)
Ok, now painkillers, cup of tea and a nap. Stupid teeth.
Being cut off from the rest of humanity at least allowed me to spend the time I usually spend socializing finishing the second season of Luther. Way better than the first one, I loved it. More character development, less gruesome but ultimately boring cases, that's the way it should be. And it made me long for London so much it felt like my heart was bursting out of my chest. I love that city, obviously, and I love watching movies and tv shows set in it, but I'd never felt so desperately, painfully nostalgic, like someone was squeezing my lungs. I'm blaming the medications, yes yes. I'm a tough, cynical person, that's me.
Speaking of, a picture of Sakura sleeping on the couch. I would like to point out that she's sleeping half off the edge of the couch. I took the picture then grabbed her before she could fall, and she didn't appreciate it at all. So I got her box (she loves that box) and put it on the couch, and now she has her personal, safe-proofed paper bed she can't fall off. I'm very proud of myself.
My aunt is not going to like it at all, but since boxes are by definition kitty magnets now I always know where she is: not falling off the couch. ;)
Ok, now painkillers, cup of tea and a nap. Stupid teeth.