anyone want to look over a bigbang summary in the next two hours?
today i spent four hours formatting a financial statement to fit the house style, which might sound tedious to you but is weirdly soothing to me. when i was done i felt all accomplished n' shit. i actually really like formatting. i had to recreate a bunch of tables but even that was ok. and then i apparently forgot when i came in this morning, because i packed up my shit to leave half an hour early. >.< (i didn't actually leave.)
other than that, it's been kind of a "behold the field where i grow my fucks and see that it is barren" kind of evening. i need to submit my bigbang draft and i hate my summary. at least izombie is still cute. idris elba is apparently a "big piece of yum". which, well, yeah.
doughnut! in! spaaaace! (more or less.)
a bunch of ducklings got stuck in a storm drain, so a firefighter used a duck ring tone on his phone to get them out. man, ducklings are cute.
today's poem is making me hungry, altho to be fair i got my period this morning and i've been a bottomless pit all day.
The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,
are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:
you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.
The grain grew high in its harvest of you,
in good time the flour swelled;
as the dough rose, doubling your breasts,
my love was the coal waiting ready in the earth.
Oh, bread your forehead, your legs, your mouth,
bread I devour, born with the morning light,
my love, beacon-flag of the bakeries:
fire taugh you a lesson of the blood;
you learned your holiness from flour,
from bread your language and aroma.
--"Sonnet Xiii: The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair", Pablo Neruda
other than that, it's been kind of a "behold the field where i grow my fucks and see that it is barren" kind of evening. i need to submit my bigbang draft and i hate my summary. at least izombie is still cute. idris elba is apparently a "big piece of yum". which, well, yeah.
doughnut! in! spaaaace! (more or less.)
a bunch of ducklings got stuck in a storm drain, so a firefighter used a duck ring tone on his phone to get them out. man, ducklings are cute.
today's poem is making me hungry, altho to be fair i got my period this morning and i've been a bottomless pit all day.
The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,
are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:
you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.
The grain grew high in its harvest of you,
in good time the flour swelled;
as the dough rose, doubling your breasts,
my love was the coal waiting ready in the earth.
Oh, bread your forehead, your legs, your mouth,
bread I devour, born with the morning light,
my love, beacon-flag of the bakeries:
fire taugh you a lesson of the blood;
you learned your holiness from flour,
from bread your language and aroma.
--"Sonnet Xiii: The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair", Pablo Neruda