if you want me, you can find me left of center, off of the strip
I am feeling better, but it's taking every last bit of my not-inconsiderable strength to hold it. I spent a long time on the phone with Phyl (kashicat) in a conversation that covered my depression, writing, linguistics, a brief history of Roman succession, my perceived ridiculousness of Celtic battle-practices (dude, they painted themselve blue and rode Shetland ponies, for crissake), my love of French existentialists, the heretofore undisclosed fact that I once read Hesse in the original German...for fun (Steppenwolf; I read Siddhartha in English), the bitch of being an autodidact (that would be moi; Phyl has more degrees than is good for me to remember), stupid people, pets, and semiotics.
There's probably more than I've forgotten.
I love talking to her. I wish we lived closer, but then we'd probably never get any writing done.
Got my hair cut today. My previous hairstylist moved to Florida, and I hate hate HATE having strangers cut my hair. (I'm also really biased against shitty haircuts. There is absolutely no excuse for Supercuts. None. A professional salon cut is maybe, at most, 8 bucks more.) But it'd been so long and since the shopping center where I work has two salons and a day spa, I really have no excuse. So I just went from salon to salon on my break to see if anyone had an opening, and one did, and she was fabulous and a lot of fun. Maybe I'll picture-ify it if I get inclined to pick up the camera that's about 18 inches from my left elbow.
In picture-related news: As I cannot seem to make my new userpic as legible as I would like, I've uploaded a large version of it. I love it so much; my friend Lizard sketched me one day at work, and I have it framed (unmolested; the uploaded version is a photograph of the framed version, so I Photoshopped in a background to improve contrast) above my desk.
There's probably more than I've forgotten.
I love talking to her. I wish we lived closer, but then we'd probably never get any writing done.
Got my hair cut today. My previous hairstylist moved to Florida, and I hate hate HATE having strangers cut my hair. (I'm also really biased against shitty haircuts. There is absolutely no excuse for Supercuts. None. A professional salon cut is maybe, at most, 8 bucks more.) But it'd been so long and since the shopping center where I work has two salons and a day spa, I really have no excuse. So I just went from salon to salon on my break to see if anyone had an opening, and one did, and she was fabulous and a lot of fun. Maybe I'll picture-ify it if I get inclined to pick up the camera that's about 18 inches from my left elbow.
In picture-related news: As I cannot seem to make my new userpic as legible as I would like, I've uploaded a large version of it. I love it so much; my friend Lizard sketched me one day at work, and I have it framed (unmolested; the uploaded version is a photograph of the framed version, so I Photoshopped in a background to improve contrast) above my desk.