Erm, let's see...
Having been painting for a month I'm behind on absolutely everything. Which is why I could cheerfully murder my neurons for promising Maxling a screenprint of Kee and Cher. However I do have the capacity to pay rent, which is nice.
I returned to shamblyland on thursday, picked up meds and played a swashbuckling game in which Kez swaggered about all piratical-like and then tried very hard not to lose her temper and rend lots of people apart with shadow.
Friday was spent in bed being tired, shivery, snotty, and moping at the fact I was back in the realm of the Litchking, my room was a tip and I was still covered in paint. Then I was invited out for tea; I showered, dressed, tidied and sorted both me and my room in under an hour - which I was quite impressed by given the previous states of one corvid and her nest.
There was tea and lollipops. There was a green cocktail before seeing Green Lantern. It was a shiny day and I'm glad I got out of bed for it =P
Saturday was making absinthe that looked and tasted of sky. It doesn't taste of sky, it tastes of wormwood, almonds, weak blackcurrent, and a random mix of unidentifiable cake-spices. But it is blue. Extremely blue. And it stains your lips. Blue. Which amused my neurons no end. Next time I'll make sunflower absinthe.
The mad artist returned, drank sky and drew me a picture.
Matt and Ginnie returned from shopping with soup, chocolate gu and keetarian jaffacakes for me, which was random and very meekle.
Sunday was travelling Oastwards where my father gave me a list of things to do half a mile long. Alas, I don't think he'd let me write it on the windows (as I've taken to doing in my nest) which is a pity as there's something eminently satisfying about writing lists on windows.
What else? I found a black velvet hat whilst looking for a jumper to borrow. It's a ridiculous 19th century baker-boy hat. And it makes me look like an insane and necromantic version of Eponine. I like =)
I should do accounts now.
Corvid
(in the guise of a scruffy parisian street witch)
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I returned to shamblyland on thursday, picked up meds and played a swashbuckling game in which Kez swaggered about all piratical-like and then tried very hard not to lose her temper and rend lots of people apart with shadow.
Friday was spent in bed being tired, shivery, snotty, and moping at the fact I was back in the realm of the Litchking, my room was a tip and I was still covered in paint. Then I was invited out for tea; I showered, dressed, tidied and sorted both me and my room in under an hour - which I was quite impressed by given the previous states of one corvid and her nest.
There was tea and lollipops. There was a green cocktail before seeing Green Lantern. It was a shiny day and I'm glad I got out of bed for it =P
Saturday was making absinthe that looked and tasted of sky. It doesn't taste of sky, it tastes of wormwood, almonds, weak blackcurrent, and a random mix of unidentifiable cake-spices. But it is blue. Extremely blue. And it stains your lips. Blue. Which amused my neurons no end. Next time I'll make sunflower absinthe.
The mad artist returned, drank sky and drew me a picture.
Matt and Ginnie returned from shopping with soup, chocolate gu and keetarian jaffacakes for me, which was random and very meekle.
Sunday was travelling Oastwards where my father gave me a list of things to do half a mile long. Alas, I don't think he'd let me write it on the windows (as I've taken to doing in my nest) which is a pity as there's something eminently satisfying about writing lists on windows.
What else? I found a black velvet hat whilst looking for a jumper to borrow. It's a ridiculous 19th century baker-boy hat. And it makes me look like an insane and necromantic version of Eponine. I like =)
I should do accounts now.
Corvid
(in the guise of a scruffy parisian street witch)
x