cimorene

i slept the afternoon away after taking some pictures with lillian (or, well, mom took them). time sense is fucked. stomach is unhappy. had panicky thought today that if i did somehow manage to speed up time for the next 12 days, then what's to say the time wouldn't speed by in finland as well? i immediately dug in my heels. maybe if i, um, paint the bathroom and make curtains? everything will be all right.

i found my very-eowyn-like-dress stuffed in mom's closet. it's black, and has tight sleeves, not belled. it needs to be washed. but pictures of that will undoubtedly be forthcoming as well. trifle was served and the stupid stomach made me pass, and i desperately fear they may be watching a movie i don't want to see in the living room.

and another gip. i traded the other eowyn for this. i can't resist the dress. and who can?

i hurt.