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ontologySo, I just want to put it on record that I have the best f-list ever. Not only did you lot buy me an iPod, but you're always around when I need someone to blabber (or blubber) to, and you're tremendously encouraging and loving and giving and amazing, and wow. Not to mention I owe all of my fandoms to you, nearly, and loads of musical and literary discoveries besides. And you send me letters and parcels and emails and leave me silly messages and pray for me and pray with me and make me laugh and open the windows of your lives to me. As I said: amazing. I love you all.
I don't mean to give the impression that I've been miserable all week, because I really haven't been. Maybe a bit more restless than usual (but I'm always restless). Unhappiness sort of forces the writing out, you know? Anyway, I had a lovely Saturday -- I think that's been the only day really worth writing about, and that comes out sort of silly when it's all in words -- I walked to the library (very courageously through snowdrifts that came to my chin -- well, nearly my knees, anyway) -- note that I walked, not rode, because gorblimey the snow -- and my L'Engle had come in, and then I walked to Hockman's for my chocolate fix, and the proprietor and I had a good chat about Buffy (I love the Hockman's people; not only do they often slip extra chocolates into my bag, or downright give things away -- last-holiday-surplus, usually, but still, wow -- but they're gigantic geeks, and it's darling), and then I walked home, with Moony, who was a great comfort in my snowy trials, and then my jeans had to spend some quality time in the dryer, and I really like Saturdays that end up with me cosied up with a book and some foodstuffs on the bed. (I, um, have also been having some more-than-usually spectacular luck at the Goodwill lately. But that's really girly and shallow to babble on about. Heh.)
It's been raining all day, which is extremely pleasing, because the rain is very nicely washing the last of the snow away, and I am crossing my fingers in the hope that we won't get another storm. It's probably a lost cause, but I need spring. Oh, the birds are coming back -- how I love hearing birdsong again! -- but I want to open the windows and lie out in the sun. I've been feeling sort of residually tired and sad all day, which owes a lot to a really nasty bout of insomnia last night (I took Melatonin twice and it still must have been three or four before I finally nodded off; I didn't look at the clock because a) it's at the foot of my bed, and b) it would only discourage me), so I had a book and a cupcake or two and the radio, and Moony and I cosied up with a bit of television (which is especially cheering because both Moony and the television is all connected and due to you lot), and -- I'd completely forgotten how nice rain sounds. It barely rains in the winter. I love rain; it's so cosy and comforting and homey, somehow. Snow-clouds just loom; rain-clouds always seem a bit friendly and gentle, except when they're threatening thunder, in which case they're so magnificent you can forgive them that. (We've had clouds all winter, too, I'm only just realising. I can barely remember seeing sky since November. No wonder I've been in such a dismal state.)
I've been using a great deal of italics of late. Perhaps this ought to be looked into.
And I have suddenly discovered that I am fiercely hungry, so I am off to forage.
I don't mean to give the impression that I've been miserable all week, because I really haven't been. Maybe a bit more restless than usual (but I'm always restless). Unhappiness sort of forces the writing out, you know? Anyway, I had a lovely Saturday -- I think that's been the only day really worth writing about, and that comes out sort of silly when it's all in words -- I walked to the library (very courageously through snowdrifts that came to my chin -- well, nearly my knees, anyway) -- note that I walked, not rode, because gorblimey the snow -- and my L'Engle had come in, and then I walked to Hockman's for my chocolate fix, and the proprietor and I had a good chat about Buffy (I love the Hockman's people; not only do they often slip extra chocolates into my bag, or downright give things away -- last-holiday-surplus, usually, but still, wow -- but they're gigantic geeks, and it's darling), and then I walked home, with Moony, who was a great comfort in my snowy trials, and then my jeans had to spend some quality time in the dryer, and I really like Saturdays that end up with me cosied up with a book and some foodstuffs on the bed. (I, um, have also been having some more-than-usually spectacular luck at the Goodwill lately. But that's really girly and shallow to babble on about. Heh.)
It's been raining all day, which is extremely pleasing, because the rain is very nicely washing the last of the snow away, and I am crossing my fingers in the hope that we won't get another storm. It's probably a lost cause, but I need spring. Oh, the birds are coming back -- how I love hearing birdsong again! -- but I want to open the windows and lie out in the sun. I've been feeling sort of residually tired and sad all day, which owes a lot to a really nasty bout of insomnia last night (I took Melatonin twice and it still must have been three or four before I finally nodded off; I didn't look at the clock because a) it's at the foot of my bed, and b) it would only discourage me), so I had a book and a cupcake or two and the radio, and Moony and I cosied up with a bit of television (which is especially cheering because both Moony and the television is all connected and due to you lot), and -- I'd completely forgotten how nice rain sounds. It barely rains in the winter. I love rain; it's so cosy and comforting and homey, somehow. Snow-clouds just loom; rain-clouds always seem a bit friendly and gentle, except when they're threatening thunder, in which case they're so magnificent you can forgive them that. (We've had clouds all winter, too, I'm only just realising. I can barely remember seeing sky since November. No wonder I've been in such a dismal state.)
I've been using a great deal of italics of late. Perhaps this ought to be looked into.
And I have suddenly discovered that I am fiercely hungry, so I am off to forage.
