Weird.

So I had a dream last night where I woke up, looked at my cellphone, and realised it was 9:30 am, too late to call one of my clients.

This morning, I woke up, looked at my cellphone, and it was 7:30 as is usual when I wake up. That was weird.

Also: I have a greenhouse! *dances*

Environmentally Unsafe Sex

http://web.ukonline.co.uk/thursday.handleigh/unusual/other/condom-reef.htm

Edit: below, bluewaterlilies tells me this is an urban legend, and that's good.

Continued edit: The other day, someone posted a picture to the gardening forum asking what this weed was that had infested their lawn. The answer: it's grass, the seed-head: it is your lawn. Now no blame attached to this particular poor person, as I know a lot of people didn't grow up looking hard at grass and thinking about it. I'm feeling really, erm... culture shocked, or something, though. If there are people who don't know what grass going to seed is, why not a reef of condoms?

Desire...

...I've posted this before, but my emotional desire/emotional closeness manifests itself in my mouth. So, if I'm feeling emotionally close to someone, I want to kiss them. If I'm feeling distant, stay away from my mouth. If I like something, I want to put it in my mouth, or lick it, or rub my face against it.

I want to put the world in my mouth right now, just run around licking things. Nuts.

Greatpoets Says

"When love beckons to you, follow him,
though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you
yield to him,
though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you
so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth
so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height
and caresses your tenderest branches
that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots
and shake them in their clinging to the earth...

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace
and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness
and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,
but not all of your laughter,
and weep,
but not all of your tears."

Kahlil Gibran.

I Am Tired...

...and my life is the kind of poetry with rough patches in it. I need to change the rat cage, I made chili, the greenhouse which came along really quickly on the weekend is suddenly being covered very very slowly. I did a half-day of work today but I'm utterly exhausted. I miss having regular sex but don't have the oomph to try and be a scheduling goddess to fix that. I want to lie down against warm skin but I post on lj instead of pulling my rats into bed. There is the sound of water in my room from my aquarium. I'm too tired to answer my emails. My rats are orchestrating their towelling into a home. Do I think that typing like this will empty my mind out? I want to get out of my head and back into being rather than thinking but I don't know how. Maybe I'll just fall over, right now, and read.