Ahhhh...

roleplay, phone conversations, sex, chili, ice cream sandwiches, roleplay, sleep, sex, work, rosemary rock salt bagels, friendlyhangingoutness, home, rats, email, BREATHE.

My beautiful marshmallow bed is waiting for me to squoosh into it, buried under a foot of covers with my limbs sticking out in the coolish/warmish night air coming ini through the windows. I will listen to Temple of the Dog and Joni Mitchell and the Talking Heads and U2 and Janis Joplin, and read The Sapphire Rose by Eddings and lust after Ulath and be all sleepy-like. I will drink lots of water, cause I've been dehydrating over the last few days.

I need to get a copy of Happy Day off Kynnin. Kynnin, is there any way I can just ftp those songs off you or something?

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better. Hey Jude, don't be afraid, you were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better."

Tonight, I've got life under my skin.

My Characters...

...are all shit-disturbers (in the metaphorical sense) lately. Does this make me a bad person?

Rain Drips Sullenly From The Leaden Sky...

...or something like that. It's great weather if you're out in it, it makes all the plants more vivid, as I was at VanDusen, but riding the bus home in a haze of steamy exhalations while you slowly turn into a prune beneath layers of soggy clothing (& soggy hat) is nonideal. It is *damp* out.

Now... take off wet clothes. Drink hot tea. Maybe eat real food? Make decision about this evening's plans (Dev0n, invitation sounds great, but I'm *home* and dry right now. I need to de-sog before I can think about going out!), eat more real food, talk to rats. Dry. Maybe a shower first?

Ooooh, that's the kettle...