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June 2nd, 2005

Slice of life...

This is me right now: soggy with sweat from the Arizona heat, slightly grungy from same, with my hair half-covered by a blue scarf-with-holes thing, the other half bound up in a plastic claw off my neck. My computer speakers are pounding out music that I know I'll eventually bellydance to. There is incense burning, after a match that failed to work. Things are moving around in the apartment, and I'm determined that I'll get it clean and presentable tonight, so I won't have to do all that much Thursday or Friday or early Saturday morning.

... I'm now rocking out to some KFMDM via Mortal Kombat, and I heard "open source" instead of "open sores".

There are pictures hanging on my walls now: there's a set of them by the bed, and my ministry credentials and the certificate for cuttingrmfloor are up on the bit of wall above the computer desk. I'll probably move things around when I get more novel completion certificates and the like.

Instead of a trash can and a mess by the end of the kitchen, I've relocated a cruddy old shelf. New shelving will be going in where the old shelf used to be -- soon. Really soon.

In between cleaning, of course, I'm trying to clean out the inbox. Failing, of course, since it's at over 75 and counting, but at least I'm trying to stay on top of current events. And of course that brings me to the OkCupid message that hey, I have new messages! And. What. The. Fuck. Since when does a handful of communications off LJ and a subsequent Banning for Extraordinarily Creepy on LJ translate to "friends in real life"? I just don't get some of this stuff, I'm tellin' you.

Currently blasting: "Bizarre Love Triangle", the source for my name of the moment on LJ, "I see you falling". Incense is still going strong, prayers for friends in need are going up, old mail is getting sorted through, and now "Blood Wedding".

Sewing machine moved off dining room table and onto computer desk. There really is no good place for the sewing machine, and I know I must wind a bobbin with some good thread, do something safe with the bad thread, and mend a few things before the clothing situation goes supercritical.


I'm not sure where I'm putting everything, but there is suddenly space in what's supposed to be the dining room. I am shocked. Shocked, I say! Not so shocked that I'm going to suddenly avoid the area completely, but shocked enough that I might take photos if the condition persists for any length of time.

Good music and a good attitude do a lot to keep me perky and doing things. Something about a candle going, incense on, a nice night, and the back door wide open with music on reasonably loudly makes me want to clean and do other domestic things.

There are now cherries on sale at Sprouts. I got two bags of them. Yay cherries! I may well leave some of them soaking in sugar syrup in the refrigerator until they're well-preserved and scary and actually low-chemical preserved cherries that I can actually eat. That would just utterly rock. Then I can dip them in chocolate and tell everyone to beware the pit if I was feeling particularly lazy.

I have found the AC -> DC converter plug for the printer! I am happy now! I have also found the cable for the little crap camera, which also fills me with the sorts of glee that are somewhat clinically alarming to people who do not know geeks well. They were both in a Big Bin O' Electronics on a shelf that had been obscured by the coffee table. It is fairly likely that the USB cable between printer and computer is a garden-variety USB cable, as I do not recall anything special about it.

The taste of today has been the very concentratedly spicy cinnamon flavor of Atomic Fireball candies. Those were a childhood favorite; I'm glad to see that I've retained my taste for them.

I need to ask Guide Dog Aunt about the availability of laundry facilities at Grandma's, because that will make changes in my packing. Not much, true, but enough to make a difference.

Everything is re-organized yet again, and it's probably time to knock off for the night and hit the showers and get some sleep before work. It really does look better in here. I don't feel so bad about the idea of having someone close to me (say, Darkside) come over and see the mess now.

I can see where additional storage needs to be, and I can see how it will take care of things that need taking care of, and this is a good thing. I think I will fit into this apartment soon enough. I daren't acquire too much furniture that is not storage furniture: that is to say, my furniture must be high-storage, low-footprint, but I don't think that will be much of a problem.

So. Things progress well. I do need good storage and sorting for my software! And I need a shower!

Hooray for sleep!

Taking the futon off the bed was a dumb move I made a while ago; it was corrected last night, and the dumb move should never be repeated.

I had lots of weird dreams involving driving, figment0, and Bad Social Moments, in addition to one of those labyrinthine dreams where you have to go places and do things according to all sorts of warped office and social rules, with a party of schoolchildren coming up and asking me questions and me having to answer them right when I was very busy.

Work today should be fun, I hope...

I can't believe I got that much done last night!

I Feel (more than) Fine!

As of when I left for work today, Darkside had not gotten back to me about what the plan was for getting together with me for my birthday. So I called during break. I got his mom.

"I heard him saying something about stopping by your place on Saturday. You mean he hasn't gotten back to you yet? That turkey!"
"Yeah. Could you please ask that turkey to call and leave a message or e-mail me back?"

I got home to find two messages -- both blank -- on the machine, and his number on the caller ID. I opened my e-mail inbox as I called him. "Did you read your e-mail?" he asked. "Reading it now," I said. This time, seeing his e-mail address as the sender wasn't such an unexpected thrill, but it was still nice.

He's letting someone from work borrow his instance of the original trilogy, but he'd love to watch what I've got -- and he proposed something I hadn't even dared mention.
weekend is kind of hectic, however, so I probably won't be showing up until
around noon. This was for this Saturday, correct? (Or, I could take you to
Episode III for your birthday).
Some chatting on the phone clarified this: yes, he was proposing that he take me to the movie, his treat. "It is your birthday, after all."



It's the end of the world as we know it. There is no other explanation.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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