"We Must Let Him Do the Part..."

Oh, oh, oh, I'm awful, I entirely missed gileonnen's birthday! Oh, flail.

I do hope it was wonderful-- I hope there were sparkles, and the moon was very beautiful, and I hope you were so happy, or even just happy, it's good to be happy -- I love you. I'm glad you're here.

Happy post birthday, Gil. <3333

"Just Put Up the Mask, and it's Pretty..."

They've been keeping me so busy at work to-day that I've actually been doing work all day. ^___~ Instead of, you know, checking my LJ in between reading shelving. But la, I love this library utterly.

I think I get a free evening to myself to-night. I think I need it. Guh, exhausted still. I feel old. My legs and feet ache and my back and shoulders, and my legs don't want to stand again after I've sat down; and it hurts my knees to get down and do lower shelving. Pathetic, rather.

Mum wants me not to exercise quite so much. Probably she is not going to get her way over this; but I see Marie (the nutritionist) on Thursday next, and whatever she says, I'll do, so we'll see.

But I have been sleeping worlds better since I changed rooms, and am very glad about that.

And I bought stickers to-day, for my letters. ^____^ Sparkly ones, so la! Very glad about that.

Really I'm very happy. ^_____^

"That Pretty Little World That Beams So Brightly..."

In more recent news, this is me feeling perfectly happy, really, except that my body doesn't agree; my body wants to fall into pieces. My knees keep giving.

Ridiculous.

Mum thinks maybe I shouldn't oughtn't be a doctor. She says that I feel too guilty when I can't fix people, and that's going to be a very bad thing if it's my job to fix people.

But I did buy a piece of organic fudge (as to actually eating it, that mayen't happen), and it's organic. I wanted to buy a caramel, too, but hadn't enough money. Orgaaaaanic.

There is so much left to do; I thought I'd have the evening free, but that's not at all the case. I may stagger online around eleven or so.

And more treadmilling. I'll go up and do that now, if I can force my knees to behave.

EDIT: Not treadmilling after all. XD When I turned it on, the lights went out with a flash and I can't get it to come 'round again; and there's only one electrical outlet in my room that fits the plug for the treadmill cord. Oh, well, then, that's one half-hour I've got free now, at any rate. I shall have to do something about it before to-morrow, though.

"There's More than Room Enough for Two Inside My Head..."

Oh, my God, I'm bleeding everywhere.

XD I'm sorry, this is invariably my reaction to realising that I'm bleeding everywhere. I think I cut my finger on a tin I was washing, and it didn't bleed at all at first, you know, just hurt a little bit, but now omgOMG BLOOD. XD (AHHHHH).

Excuse me, I need to stop laughing like an idiot and get a band-aid or a length of Mum's bandaging tape or something of the sort. It's just stupid how easily I injure myself.

This icon is now my witty Latin I'm-being-an-idiot icon.

"I'll Waltz My Way Into Your Heart..."

HI SNOWY. I lose at memory.

Edwin Drood came! And I am going to watch it to-morrow, if I have a moment.

(So now my schedule for to-morrow includes: cleaning the whole house, baking multitudinous cookies for the multitudinous Hallowe'en gatherings that have been scheduled around here, sleeping, reading, Anti-OTP Weekend, and watching MED, not necessarily in that order. The cleaning of the house and baking are supposed to be the real priorities, but I know sleeping and MED are going to win instead. Unless my work ethic starts behaving again, woe.

Oh, and letter-writing, and fixing the treadmill. And doing something proper about this treadmill. And finishing up Cyrano, and maybe writing, assuming I have time, which I won't.)

...I'm tired.

But YAY EDWIN DROOD. <3333333 ^___________^