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For all of you that gave out good vibes & love for my fluffyface to get well,
♥
He's doing so much better after an overnight stay at the kitty-only clinic & on his new medicines. He's meowing & sitting in laps & purring all like he used to & I can't even begin to describe how much this means to me. My fluffy is okay! ::twirls him::
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I finished Sherlock! sonicbookmark said I would just adore it & o, how I did! I was delightfully shaky with adrenaline & total YAY afterwards, then promptly spammed at Twitter with my YAY. (I'm only partially sorry, darlings; my joy is always hard to contain!) Alas, the used bookshop did not have series one, so I'll have to go downtown after work tomorrow to get it.
O, Sherlock is just lovely. I want to watch it all winter with tea. ♥
Perhaps that was the reason I was so sparklingly happy today - happy like I haven't been in so very long. I wanted to dance & sing & twirl about on the sidewalks & just behave like a little ray of sparkle on an autumn afternoon. Or perhaps it was because it had rained all night & into the afternoon & looked just perfect outside - full of clouds & sun in the sky & lots of glittery pools of water under that. It looked like a true, memorable day for me - it's hard to describe, since what I'm holding it against is really just inside my mind & most likely in no one else's, but what it was is so close to what's inside my mind that it was . . . it made me feel right on the inside, like how I always used to feel.
My joy was so strong that I almost cried at one point. I had no reason to do so; other than being just so happy. It felt odd, but it didn't particularly dent my euphoria.
Eventually, my almost mad happiness wore off & I began to feel more on an even plane of emotion, surprisingly, after I arrived at the bookshop. I went in search of tea books for research in writing (there were far too many people in the cookery section & it made it hard to breathe, really) & spent an hour or more wandering around the shop, just to look at all of the books.
I wandered into what they call the Granny Smith room, where I haven't really explored before - it's where the histories, linguistics, philosopies, anthropologies, mythologies & criticisms are held, but I might have left out a few there. It felt very different from the rest of the shop, I must say. It felt quieter, older, & . . . o, this is mad & quite silly, I know - the words in the room were just so palpable, somehow. I could feel them, truly, I could!
I just . . . I wanted to wander there forever, though it wasn't a very big room. But if I could have wandered through there forever, just sucking in all of those words on the air, I would have been satisfied.
O, books. ♥ All of those delicious, new, tangly balls of words . . . ♥
I'm sorry for the slight disjointedness of this post, but I did want to update to at least mention how Austin's doing & to say hallo. I actually have lots of things to pontificate on at some point, but when I'll actually do so, I've not a clue. But Austin & I are doing well & everyone's happy that he's back to his old self, especially me.
♥
He's doing so much better after an overnight stay at the kitty-only clinic & on his new medicines. He's meowing & sitting in laps & purring all like he used to & I can't even begin to describe how much this means to me. My fluffy is okay! ::twirls him::
&&&&
I finished Sherlock! sonicbookmark said I would just adore it & o, how I did! I was delightfully shaky with adrenaline & total YAY afterwards, then promptly spammed at Twitter with my YAY. (I'm only partially sorry, darlings; my joy is always hard to contain!) Alas, the used bookshop did not have series one, so I'll have to go downtown after work tomorrow to get it.
O, Sherlock is just lovely. I want to watch it all winter with tea. ♥
Perhaps that was the reason I was so sparklingly happy today - happy like I haven't been in so very long. I wanted to dance & sing & twirl about on the sidewalks & just behave like a little ray of sparkle on an autumn afternoon. Or perhaps it was because it had rained all night & into the afternoon & looked just perfect outside - full of clouds & sun in the sky & lots of glittery pools of water under that. It looked like a true, memorable day for me - it's hard to describe, since what I'm holding it against is really just inside my mind & most likely in no one else's, but what it was is so close to what's inside my mind that it was . . . it made me feel right on the inside, like how I always used to feel.
My joy was so strong that I almost cried at one point. I had no reason to do so; other than being just so happy. It felt odd, but it didn't particularly dent my euphoria.
Eventually, my almost mad happiness wore off & I began to feel more on an even plane of emotion, surprisingly, after I arrived at the bookshop. I went in search of tea books for research in writing (there were far too many people in the cookery section & it made it hard to breathe, really) & spent an hour or more wandering around the shop, just to look at all of the books.
I wandered into what they call the Granny Smith room, where I haven't really explored before - it's where the histories, linguistics, philosopies, anthropologies, mythologies & criticisms are held, but I might have left out a few there. It felt very different from the rest of the shop, I must say. It felt quieter, older, & . . . o, this is mad & quite silly, I know - the words in the room were just so palpable, somehow. I could feel them, truly, I could!
I just . . . I wanted to wander there forever, though it wasn't a very big room. But if I could have wandered through there forever, just sucking in all of those words on the air, I would have been satisfied.
O, books. ♥ All of those delicious, new, tangly balls of words . . . ♥
I'm sorry for the slight disjointedness of this post, but I did want to update to at least mention how Austin's doing & to say hallo. I actually have lots of things to pontificate on at some point, but when I'll actually do so, I've not a clue. But Austin & I are doing well & everyone's happy that he's back to his old self, especially me.