"Shattered Her Breast in the Moonlight..."

To-morrow we re-dye Soujin's hair!

Because it has turned brown again, and I like myself as a black-haired lass. I am Bess the landlord's daughter.

But I haven't a love-knot, not yet. ^_^

Waen's copy of The Giving Tree in Latin is sitting here on the desk, and I'm tempted to read it. I always loved that book, even though mostly I really dislike Shel Silverstein. But Arbor Alma is very pretty.

Also, I'm having trouble walking because of the sores on my feet. The one on my left foot is a large blister under my middle toe, and it's not so bad, because my toe presses over it a little. But the thing on my right foot is right on the front part where it touches the ground, and is very large and flat, quite yellow in colour, very hard to touch, and painful as all hell unleashed.

How I wish dear Dr. Viktorrr had just cut off my toenails when I had the chance. >_> It would have saved me so much trouble. As it is, I may need another surgery in a month or so, because Toe No. 2 is just getting worse. I hate my feet. ^_^

"Oh, fantasy free me..."

So, while Mum was driving me to work to-day, we got stopped up in traffic for a little bit just outside of [town], and while we were waiting, a group of cars and trucks with little Funeral flags on them passed us. The following dialogue was spoken:

Mum: Ugh, a funeral on a day like this.
Soujin: Yeah, I bet it's really cold standing out during the interment. Nofun.
Mum: Hell, if I were going to get buried in a month like this, I wouldn't let them. I'd make them cremate me. I mean, come on.

Which was where I just looked at her with an expression resembling O_o-what-did-you-just-say-now? I love my Mum.