I am tired, yet I cannot sleep.

Peace is perfected activity; that is perfect which is complete in all its aspects, balanced in each direction and under complete control of the will.
- Hazrat Inayat Khan, Bowl of Saki
Something is out of joint.

What is next, a question on one's tastes in underwear? I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that I do not usually do anything that makes me feel guilty. Which, if what I have read so far is any indication, should run the gamut from reading and eating chocolates to killing ( Read more... )

( Private. )

The accursed date is more than a fortnight away, but it's never too early for a florist to brace himself against a flood of sheepish men and overexcited teenage girls. This year, I will see to it that the shop has a double order of roses and a dozen boxes of theseSo far, I have been informed by various online quizzes that I am: a Black Velvet, ( Read more... )

( Thoughts to myself. )

I chose the wrong time to have an idle week.

Reading about the alleged sexual predilections and/or wing types of my "friends" list (with the accompanying pictures) would be far more scintillating if I had any actual interest in knowing so ( Read more... )

( Private. )

Truly, the quiet life of a florist never fails to bring me joy. Just the thought of working scissors-to-bouquet with my colleagues brings a surge of happiness unparalleled.

The difference between hating people and hating humanity is this: one seeks the death of the body, the other seeks the death of the soul.

It is just as well that I do not believe in reincarnation.