Just a perfect day
You made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
Someone good
Believe it or not, I am doing some work between updates. I'm hungry with nothing but goat's milk in the house. Ooh, and popcorn!
The cats and I lie on the bed, talking, and not talking. We can not talk for hours.
Today's date was nice.
Have updated yet more photos of Russia, but now I'm out of space on Flickr for the month.
Have some popcorn to pop.
Wait, my list is improving with every step! Soon it will tell me I have the option to listen to Gillian Welch till the sun rises! Oh, but it is also telling me I have the option to fail statistics unnecessarily, and it's only optional if I complete item 3.
Dammit.
Originally written September 27, 2007
Don't remember where I was going with this title
if you're single and looking out
you must raise your prayer to a shout
Taking my own advice to Sirena, I will try to link to some version of the songs I quote. From now on.
I dreamed of Little Dude (former roommate's cat). He was soft, and sweet, and laid himself out like a squirrel skin to be furminatored. Sorry, I should have put this in the dreams journal, per regulation.
I'm going to see the hypnotist in a few minutes, and have no idea what to ask him for. I keep thinking of awesome things to ask for, like a day at the spa, but then I remember--he's not Santa Claus. I made the appointment a few weeks ago when my brain was broken. But now...well, I broke it the opposite way, and that seems to have solved problems.
This is your left, that's your left
This is your, that's your left!
This is your right, that's your right
This is your right, you're gonna die!
Cutest conversation with Ladybird, I love her:
Me: Did you just...put a mouse on my back?
Ladybird: Maybe...
Me: You DID put a mouse on my back! Why did you do that?
Ladybird: Throw the mouse.
Me: OK, I'll throw the mouse. There it goes.
Ladybird: [fetches mouse] I got your mouse for you. Let me put it on your back...
Me: Don't put that mouse on my...!! [sigh] ...back.
[repeat]
Later,when you face old age and its natural conclusion
your courage will still be shown in the little ways,
each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen,
those you love will live in a fever of love,
and you'll bargain with the calendar
and at the last moment
when death opens the back door
you'll put on your carpet slippers
and stride out.
I don't know what to say about today. Each spring will be a sword I sharpen. I like that.
I helped give a presentation (OK, I did the powerpoint, but it was a freaking awesome powerpoint, with complicated animations, and a cute frog picture). Tomorrow is my least favorite day, with a 9am class. But on top of that, right after it's done, I have a 2 hour tutorial to teach and a group meeting for (yet another) presentation to go to right after that. I'm taking care of a friend's cats for the weekend. One of them is named after a character from Battlestar Galactica, so that's cool (or IS it?). The friend came over to drop her key off, and my cats loved her so much!
I'm washing all the dishes from Neverending Story last night. It was lovely! I know lots of good people. To the diary!
I am an orphan on God's highway
but I'll share my troubles if you'll go my way
Doom! DOOM! I lay in bed for an extra hour, trying to think of something good (see last entry). Finally S-- called, and then M--, and those were good enough things for me, even though M called about work stuff.
Then I thought of cold fronts, and daffodils, and my cats, and a future of possibilities, and being able to listen to PJ Harvey and Gillian Welch all I want, and wearing sandals with sweaters because it's spring in Texas, and being almost done with school, and things weren't so very bad. And I thought of my new diary, which is a lot cheaper than a therapist. In fact, I'm going to go write in it now.
