i need to go to bed.

i'm dying lisa's hair tomorrow.

you know, that looks really wrong. is it 'dyeing' or something? someone who always has a dictionary to elbow, c'mon, help me out, here.

i'm seeing lisa tomorrow. ::bouncebounce::

oh my god, this much energy can't be good for me. ::shakes::

i'm gonna fill your mouth up
make you live again

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yeah, i'm going to be going back to bed now. it is only, for god's sake, 6:30 am.

no, wait. i still have to eat breakfast... and... shit. i'd better not. ::whimper::

on the plus side, maybe there will be so much extra time that i'll have time to figure out where the camera cable is, and where the batteries are, and get said camera working to fulfill a certain request of kmazzy's. you know the evil request of which i speak. don't pretend that you don't, you wicked creature!

i'm all out of samuel r delany books, and. like. gaaaaaaaaah. maybe i can borrow one from andy. because i am just not in a lois mcmaster bujold mood, and besides, we only have two new ones of hers, and once i read them, that's going to be it.

note that in the morning i'm very whiny. i think i may have been born this way, so please don't hold it against me.

newsflash

princess cimorene, of lotr rps renown, accidentally spilled nearly half a cup of lukewarm water in her bed this afternoon. the princess, who has on occasion been called 'my sweet' by her majesty wax jism of the faculty even without prompting, is known to have gotten less sleep than strictly desirable in recent weeks. "it's always a good idea to carry mugs right-side up," said cimorene.

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i don't know where my mind has been today. i mean, i do, but--

i've been on an emotional roller coaster. last night was a dizzying high. spent the morning with lisa, my not-big sister, which is always good, only we were alone long enough for her to talk long enough for my mind to start to wander again. sort of the sermon effect, only it takes longer because lisa is more interesting, but after awhile my brain starts grabbing on to bits and pieces of what she's said and fitting them into the things i've been mulling over lately. so was that good? maybe. probably will help with writing. the end result is, though, that i'm now distracted and a little shaky.

i've had tentative plans to more fully move into bev and dave's house. i know they want me to, and i want to, but then we call the plumber and they arranged to call back my house, so i had to stay there waiting for the phone. not enough time or concentration to write. was going to spend the night here but mom wants to watch serendipity when i get back. meanwhile i'm peeling sopping-wet towels off the bathroom floor, cleaning out the linen closet in the master suite, dripping water on my pants.

for a few undisclosed reasons i foresee a long and rough weekend. i'm going to try to hole up here and get some writing done, possibly have a good time, after all. there's still so much turmoil from the thinking i've been doing lately--about aubry (my favorite cousin since we were little) and various of my friends and the weird way i relate to people mostly--that i'm not even sure, exactly, what i'm worried about.

i think i know what i'm thinking, but i'm not sure about that either. sometimes i fool myself, with a surface track, you know, and something else coming out that i didn't realize i was thinking all along? (go... back... away!)

he said, 'take my hand--
live while you can'