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psalm_onethirtyoneDamn. We went out for lunch, and now I so cannot eat anything for the rest of the day.
Anyway, am working on rather an ambitious project which I hope to have done by to-night. Cannot wait to show you all. *squee*
I am bothered by license plates; entranced by curtains; enamoured of coffee shops; afraid of glass displays; fond of pastels; and frightened by lights on scanners and copiers. To-day was the Flower Show, and it was rather awfully nice, even if most of the arrangements were hideous.
I went into a big store for the first time in over a year, and was duly traumatised and scarred by clothes I shall never be able to wear and jewellery I shall never be able to afford. Looked for a tam, so I could be Gideon Spilett. Failed. Found, however, a lovely Harriet Vane hat and a Fix cap and a hat that would have made a splendid Mina Harker hat, saving that it was green instead of black.
Could not find gloves or a pocket handkerchief, however. Am afraid that being Henry Jekyll/Henry Clerval for Hallowe'en may be another rather ambitious project.
We are completely out of water, and have to buy it in big jugs. It bothers me. For some reason, I feel as though it's not as clean.
I shall never be able to return The Mysterious Island to the library. I love it too much.
Waen has a split kneecap. They found out to-day. It's in two different pieces, and a condition that one in a thousand (or so) people have. But she says it's all right, because it's not something that'll stop her playing soccer or anything. So I suppose that's fine, then.
She loved her Pencroff/Ayrton fic. She said the Bob Harvey/Ayrton subtext, however, was one of the most disturbing subtexts she'd ever heard. Rather funny, I suppose, because I didn't intend to put it in as much as she saw it.
But I must finish my little ambitious project. The first one. *rambles off*
Anyway, am working on rather an ambitious project which I hope to have done by to-night. Cannot wait to show you all. *squee*
I am bothered by license plates; entranced by curtains; enamoured of coffee shops; afraid of glass displays; fond of pastels; and frightened by lights on scanners and copiers. To-day was the Flower Show, and it was rather awfully nice, even if most of the arrangements were hideous.
I went into a big store for the first time in over a year, and was duly traumatised and scarred by clothes I shall never be able to wear and jewellery I shall never be able to afford. Looked for a tam, so I could be Gideon Spilett. Failed. Found, however, a lovely Harriet Vane hat and a Fix cap and a hat that would have made a splendid Mina Harker hat, saving that it was green instead of black.
Could not find gloves or a pocket handkerchief, however. Am afraid that being Henry Jekyll/Henry Clerval for Hallowe'en may be another rather ambitious project.
We are completely out of water, and have to buy it in big jugs. It bothers me. For some reason, I feel as though it's not as clean.
I shall never be able to return The Mysterious Island to the library. I love it too much.
Waen has a split kneecap. They found out to-day. It's in two different pieces, and a condition that one in a thousand (or so) people have. But she says it's all right, because it's not something that'll stop her playing soccer or anything. So I suppose that's fine, then.
She loved her Pencroff/Ayrton fic. She said the Bob Harvey/Ayrton subtext, however, was one of the most disturbing subtexts she'd ever heard. Rather funny, I suppose, because I didn't intend to put it in as much as she saw it.
But I must finish my little ambitious project. The first one. *rambles off*
