Winter

Winter is a foot of fluffy down duvet over me as I sleep, and the air in the room crispy in the morning.

It's hard to get out of bed lately; unusual for me.

I need to buy some things, q-tips, castille soap. I keep forgetting.

I should go to work via the Drive this morning and stock up on samosas.

There is a chance I'll go biking this evening. It's the weather for it; there's something about fall and biking.

I'm really impatient with doing-things-with-people lately. My rats are good companions. Caramel spent yesterday evening curled up in my armpit while I hung out with mom and brother.

I really miss real food. I should make a soup or something. It's the season. I keep talking about this sort of thing, and never do it.

I hope my Black Krims ripen. They're halfway there, tawny, and the size of dinnerplates. Well, big saucers. Definitely one-slice-per-BLT.

Wait, Sweet Cherubim won't be open.

Fah.

Need a good beating.

Urg.

I could deal with stuffonmycat.com existing. But now? http://www.menwholooklikekennyrogers.com

A Meme.

When you see this in a friend's journal, quote Shakespeare!

LVIII

That god forbid that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O! let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.

Aha!

The difference is, right now my safeguards are external rather than internal. This mean that when I'm exposed to rough stuff, it's harder on me, but that I'm more open to experiences that happen to me in general. OTOH, I tend to avoid experiences because I don't have the 'usual' armoured padding.

I actually like it the other way better, I think, but now I know what's going on. This is why my great reluctance to leave the house is showing up.