I should have so much to write about, but every day, coming home, I just don't have the energy to put the words into print. I've had panic anxiety every single night since early last December, and now it's just... gone. Like it was never there. I've slept like an absolute log, dreams completely free of disaster since two days ago, and I feel ( Read more... )

The meeting with the nurse at the clinic went about as well as I might have expected it would. It took virtually no time at all, and she didn't seem overly impressed by the size or weight of my rack; but on the plus side she was seemed like a very nice person, and I was struck by her beautiful name, though I didn't tell her so. She caught on pretty ( Read more... )

We're completely broke. It's fucking cold outside (-30°C/ warrants a "fucking"). We're sick. This night requires a chili. But not just any chili. The mother of all chilies. We're doing this old school style. We're popping the poor man's cheeseless cornbread dumplings in it. We're making it so hot it's like we need some more things to cry about. I'm ( Read more... )

120 words isn't all that much to boast about when it comes to a daily word tally. But it's suddenly a lot better when you add that twenty of those words totally rhyme, with no cheating involved. Though I admit I at first tried to squeeze in the word tink'rin instead of tinkering. That's gone now, I promise. If I can keep this up for another twenty ( Read more... )

I really enjoy Johnny Wander. It's an honest, cheerful slice of actual real life that makes me smile and draw parallels, as well as long for the things and relationships that occur in it. That household appears to keep so much creativity beneath one ceiling. It's often displays the kind of friend group that I would kill to have. Ota and Panagariya ( Read more... )

No really substantial update in a while, and this won't be it either, because nothing of note has really happened, though I am still alive despite my dreams continuously unleashing the apocalypse on me. Not cool, subconscious; I thought we were over that hurdle by now ( Read more... )

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There's something so immensely satisfying about paying your bills. You wake up in the morning and your account balance is a riveting, whooping 10 thousand bucks - that's SWE bucks, for those of you who just gasped or choked on something. You sit yourself down and you slit some envelopes in a calculating businesslike fashion with a real wicked ( Read more... )

Because of a short comment exchange I had with 0x and some thinking on the subject of spice, I decided to indulge. I indulge often, it's not a rare thing: I frequently have cats in my lap, I indulge in lengthy sexual escapades which may last until seven am in the morning, I never get up on time, the only thing I spend my scant resources on is good ( Read more... )

This afternoon I welcome the sound of meltwater pattering down onto my windowsill. I've loved having a blanket of snow only a head shorter than myself covering the vista of the outside world since late October, but now I look forward to seeing the sun up and beaming for a little bit longer than two pm.