"Don't Chew On Tinfoil Unless You Like that Feeling..."

*facepalms* I have been an emotional roller coaster all day long. I started out happy, got angry, when amused, excited, stunned, depressed, smiley, weepy, annoyed, deadpan, cheered-up, angsty, and then okay, and now I think I'm hovering around fairly decent.

My hands are all cracked and dry from washing dishes.

Waen bought to most beautiful cookie cutters at Williams&Sonoma. They're painted in pastel colours and they're shaped like 'garden creatures', so we have a pink ladybug, a purple butterfly, a green frog, a yellow dragonfly, and a blue snail. I love the snail. It makes me want to die of happy (I even want to make cookies so that I can use them. *stabs self repeatedly with spork*).

I have beans now, yay.

I also have story idea omg die. All of a sudden, just like that. Ow. Very pretty, rather lethal. I want to write it, and yet I know there are hundreds of other things I ought to be writing... >_>

The Australia IMAX was brilliant. talissarocsham, can I please come visit? Please?

They had a wombat plushie at the gift shop...

"Somehow She Figured That Out...!"

Mum is making an appointment with a nutritionist to-morrow, thank heavens. Soujin will finally get to find out whether she is normal, insane, safe, done, whatnot. Since this will factor in hugely in the final decision of Will Soujin Spend the Rest of Her Life Being Absolutely Spork-Raving Mad?, it is wonderfully glad I am that it will finally happen.

For Saint Patrick's Day, we had shrimp and pasta, and grilled asparagus. Oh, well. :P

My body seems to me to be punishing me excessively for finally doing things correctly and treating it decently: I stop overdosing on Vitamin A, and it gives me blood and cramps. I give it nice warm-ups and only do calisthenics three times a week, and it makes me so sore I can hardly move. I finally reach a state of semi-equity, cease to deny it, and give myself positive, friendly talks before bed each night, and it gives me mood swings that could knock out an unsuspecting bovine. I assuredly am clueless. It has no sense of gratitude, methinks.

At any rate, want to do novel work now. I think I've finally got it. I do actually need a little help from talissarocsham, though--does she mind setting up a time to IM and talk, if possible, that Soujin might beg her services of her?

Now to work, I think. Must set things up properly for it.

...I hope I've remembered to drink my six glasses of water to-day. Oh, dear. Better drink an extra one just to be sure.