The duck chilling by the complex pool has left us *tear*. She was with us only a few days. Bunny will miss her.
I was very, very angry and sad today. I had some reasons to be upset, but logic would dictate they didn’t need to bother me as I know who I am, and what other people say or think does not actually matter. Went to Monica’s at the Park for coffee and writing. Did good things with the words and should have felt better, but remained Emotionally Distraught. Went for a drive (wary of the multitude of cops out and about for Memorial Day Weekend). Got home. Cooked mushrooms. Vegged. Watched the Mythbusters detonate 5,000 pounds of explosives. Showered. Read a little fanfic and now I feel a lot better.
Will go to bed early and cuddle with the Bunny.
The plan is to view Terminator soon—which reminds me that I need to do a write up on Sarah Connor Chronicles, Season 2 soon. And possibly watch those last six episodes again.
I expect I will feel better once the eczema cools it (I won’t gross anyone reading this with details, but: Eczema Sucks).
Am despirately awaiting my trip to Texas. I once was to play a starfish in a school play. I'd cartweel around the stage for attention and then attach myself to other sea creatures (may have also done this out of annoyance that I wasn't being cast in speaking roles). I never did get to play the starfish due to Event Which Almost Killed Nepenthe #2. Nonetheless, I feel like a despirate, clingy little crustatian moving at .0000000000003 mph zoning in to affix myself to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
effex. Need to work on making friends around here for my own sanity, or go somewhere else.
I was very, very angry and sad today. I had some reasons to be upset, but logic would dictate they didn’t need to bother me as I know who I am, and what other people say or think does not actually matter. Went to Monica’s at the Park for coffee and writing. Did good things with the words and should have felt better, but remained Emotionally Distraught. Went for a drive (wary of the multitude of cops out and about for Memorial Day Weekend). Got home. Cooked mushrooms. Vegged. Watched the Mythbusters detonate 5,000 pounds of explosives. Showered. Read a little fanfic and now I feel a lot better.
Will go to bed early and cuddle with the Bunny.
The plan is to view Terminator soon—which reminds me that I need to do a write up on Sarah Connor Chronicles, Season 2 soon. And possibly watch those last six episodes again.
I expect I will feel better once the eczema cools it (I won’t gross anyone reading this with details, but: Eczema Sucks).
Am despirately awaiting my trip to Texas. I once was to play a starfish in a school play. I'd cartweel around the stage for attention and then attach myself to other sea creatures (may have also done this out of annoyance that I wasn't being cast in speaking roles). I never did get to play the starfish due to Event Which Almost Killed Nepenthe #2. Nonetheless, I feel like a despirate, clingy little crustatian moving at .0000000000003 mph zoning in to affix myself to
effex. Need to work on making friends around here for my own sanity, or go somewhere else.