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psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2004-12-11 08:38 pm
psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2004-12-11 08:38 pm
"Don't Think About the Things That Might Have Been..."
Sah! I got lots done to-day, during the day! We can only hope this carries through to to-night's present-writing!
At any rate. This morning I cleaned my room up, because the window-people have left, and now it does, admittedly, look better than it did before, although I'm going to have to memorise the things in my carefully filed stacks all over again. No matter. It's done.
I helped Mum and Waen make piroshki (which I did not spell correctly) by the absolutely super-duper dozens, and I've begun Wuthering Heights. I made dinner, though I confess that "dinner" consisted approximately of couscous and apples.
I got in all my treadmilling for to-day and am already trying to memorise Le Temps des cathedrales; I have made myself a Vagabond costume for watching NDdP.
I watched it again, incidentally. I am certainly in love with it, because it doesn't make me cry, but it does make my heart hurt. Not, you will understand, necessarily sadly--just heart-hurty. Especially Le Temps des cathedrales, though Florence does too. I shall not cry. I am just feeling a little lonely and confused when I hear it. This, I think, is the way Soujin loves, because this is how she has felt many times before when she was in love with someone, or something (and, being Soujin, this is assuredly not an irregular occurrence, love).
At any rate, am waxing pathetic. Shall be off to get some actual work done.
Ai me.
At any rate. This morning I cleaned my room up, because the window-people have left, and now it does, admittedly, look better than it did before, although I'm going to have to memorise the things in my carefully filed stacks all over again. No matter. It's done.
I helped Mum and Waen make piroshki (which I did not spell correctly) by the absolutely super-duper dozens, and I've begun Wuthering Heights. I made dinner, though I confess that "dinner" consisted approximately of couscous and apples.
I got in all my treadmilling for to-day and am already trying to memorise Le Temps des cathedrales; I have made myself a Vagabond costume for watching NDdP.
I watched it again, incidentally. I am certainly in love with it, because it doesn't make me cry, but it does make my heart hurt. Not, you will understand, necessarily sadly--just heart-hurty. Especially Le Temps des cathedrales, though Florence does too. I shall not cry. I am just feeling a little lonely and confused when I hear it. This, I think, is the way Soujin loves, because this is how she has felt many times before when she was in love with someone, or something (and, being Soujin, this is assuredly not an irregular occurrence, love).
At any rate, am waxing pathetic. Shall be off to get some actual work done.
Ai me.