cimorene

i'm having the urge to wear fuck-me boots with a miniskirt to church. the problem is that to do that i think i would have to shave again this morning. and possibly wear hose. neither of which is much fun. i already packed my lovely silk skirt, but it's near the top, so maybe i'll just get it out again? it's the ingathering this week--which is to say the end of the summer, everyone's back home ceremony--so rather inappropriate that i go. but it's a potluck and we've got a new settled minister and it's his first sermon. my mom was on the ministerial search committee, so i have promised to go.

just a very very few days, which i try not to think about more than every couple of hours to avoid too much panicked mind-blankness. well, panic is not precisely the word, but it makes the random surrealism generator look pedestrian.

something's wrong with my computer, i fear.

where, oh, where is my baby. ::sniffle::