I hate being sick. I felt SO GOOD this afternoon...like it was all better and then I came home and *splat* sore throat, stuffy nose, coughing, overall sense of wanting to curl up in a ball in my bed (which I proceeded to do instead of going to a meeting I was supposed to go to)

I'm quite ready for this to go away already.

Does technology hate me so very much ( Read more... )

that was a really terrible idea...

YAY indeed for making lists. And happy lists this time, not melancholy ones. Good good good ( Read more... )

So, I have decided that one of my favorite things in the world is innocent, shameless, relatively anonymous flirtation. It's almost better when you know that your chances of running into the person you are flirting with are pretty slim, because you don't have to think about any of that silly crushy what if? business ( Read more... )

When I'm feeling logical, all of this is so clear. I trust reality ( Read more... )

is telling me I'm not ready for this.
not ready to be forgotten.
not ready to give up hope.
not ready to say goodbye.
most of all not ready to forget.

my apartment smells like hamburger.
ugh.

I have this idea sprouting through the cobwebs that have taken over the right side of my brain that is really quite intriguing to me. I don't truly understand it yet, but I'm excited to see where it takes me. I've been wanting a creative project, and I think this is just what I need. It's really a creative *process* more than a project--at least ( Read more... )

Pisces ( Read more... )