Kaya (ohemgee yay!) and toast, blueberry pancakes, and a bit of cheese.
Definitely not hungry but still feel like eating something.
Have had the Steve Porter Community Remix running in my head for weeks now. It’s awesome. Also probably reasonably amusing for those listening to me (attempt at) reciting it.
Seeing as how there are far more important things I’m supposed to be doing, I may actually get my room clean.or close to it.
Kaya (ohemgee yay!) and toast, blueberry pancakes, and a bit of cheese = breakfast.
Definitely not hungry anymore but still feel like eating something.
Have had the Steve Porter Community Remix running in my head for weeks now. It’s awesome. Also probably reasonably amusing for those listening to me (attempt at) reciting it.
I woke up with a cold this morning. It was probably the going-to-sleep-after-a-shower-with-wet-hair, which is always hit and miss for a cold in the morning, but this morning included a sore throat. And I went to bed with a kink in my neck. I’m not terribly pleased about any of this. I’m complaining, but I’m not sure who I’m complaining to. While I’m at it, I’d like to note that my eyes hurt this morning, and I was sluggish so I got to work a little late. — Which everyone’s been great about and I got an impromptu hug early on, so this is all becoming less of a complaint and more of a self-indulgent ramble — which belongs properly on my personal site so I’m doing this right.
The little gourd my coworker gave me is still on my desk. I feel like I should paint it or something (it’s not very colorful on its own, but it’s still pretty novel, somehow). I have grapes to munch on today because I got to the store yesterday. They didn’t want to cube my parrano, but last week at the other store the offered to cube it in the first place and it made me happy.
I love when my dad sings. It’s one of my favorite things in the world. Actually, it is probably also true for my mom’s singing, which is rarer; they’re both deeply precious to me.
It’s currently 10:11am on 11/10/2009 — in case anyone wondered.
I had chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. I normally avoid this if I have a sore throat, but I’ve been drinking a fair bit of water lately and see no reason for having a sore throat, so I’m sore about the sore throat and don’t see why it should interfere with my cookie eating. The subject of the yesterday was illogicality (apparently illogicism and illogicalness are not words).
One of my favorite things that my Dad taught me, that I’m still learning, is that the world will survive us, life goes on; the world is always turning toward the morning.
Schuyler Fisk came up random on the sidebar. So did, “We can be captain of our ship, but not the sea.” I think that places more responsibility upon us, somehow, rather than less.
So did random entry: August 18, 2008 (a better entry than today’s I’m sure). And the fox quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
“It’s a cycle,” he said, “it always turns back toward the morning.”
Okay, Stuff. I like you, but I like creativity and movement and creation and space and organization even better, and you are in my way of those things.
My mommy has really really soft cheeks. I’d probably kiss them a whole lot more if I didn’t think it’d disconcert her.
I’m cheating on J.Crew. I still love the clothes but I’m tired of their deteriorating attitude. I’ve found another brand with which I see a lot of potential for a happy relationship. Shape up, J.Crew; I miss you, but your behavior no longer provides for a sustainable relationship.
Raincoats should have hoods. Outerwear should have pockets. .
My coworker just gave me a little gourd. I’m not sure what to do. It feels fresh. I think she said something about “decoration” — which may have been helpful, since my first inclination is to eat it. That being said, I’m not really sure where a little, fresh gourd fits in with my current decor. It’s gonna throw my color scheme.
P.S. It was really nice of her. I feel strangely honored to be gifted a gourd. (The stuff good Monday mornings are made off.)
NPR had a segment this morning about a study that indicates that handling money makes people feel stronger. …
Even so, psychology’s a fascinating field/subject.
There’s a giant cicada on the outside of this building; I see it through my window. I’m glad it’s on the other side of the glass.
I know I’m bigger than it is, but it’s rather big for being little, and I’m not wearing remotely imposing shoes today.
I wouldn’t have known Twitter was down yesterday if Twitter peoples weren’t freaking out and bouncing off walls lamenting displacement. And then of course everyone had to Twitter about how freaked out they were by being unable to Twitter. Is funny.
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