January 21st, 2012

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The devil can cite Scripture for his Cranky Crocus.

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And it en't gonna do him any good.

William Shakespeare

Out, damned Kiwi! Out, I say!

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Of the closet? Why, gladly! Thank you for holding the door open, good sir!

Yesterday: Time with Eric was lovely. We hung out and snuggled in my den for a while, then went to his for snuggling and film-watching. Watched some Monty Python live, snuggled and giggled and texted with Cassia, and braved the snow to buy weird food from Stop'n'Shop. He made a comment like, "[References some things I had previously mentioned and he had appreciated] and hot sauce. Damn, Kiwi, do you know how hard I would have gone after you if you weren't gay?" I looked at him over my shoulder and remarked something about being a "hairy hippie" over my shoulder, but inwardly I was thinking something along the lines of, "I fall in love with a straight woman and a straight man tells me he'd gladly go after me. This is my life." Later we were discussing muscles and working out, and I said that people were surprised I have some significant muscle; he told me that he would expect it, and that I'm not "stocky by the proper definition, but [I'm]..." and I supplied, "sturdy?" to which he agreed. I liked that; I liked having it acknowledged. Body-wise, I'm not skinny or athletic or toned or stocky--I'm sturdy, despite my diminutive size, whereas many short people I know have tended to be either petite (slender and a bit delicate-looking) or stocky. Sometimes I feel a bit like a pug: toy dogs, but not delicate; they're built like big dogs in miniature (that ran into a few too many walls). I often feel like a big woman in a small body. It suits me just fine, too. Anyway, after we got back from the shop we nibbled more while watching African Cats and then there was the sickness, so that ended the night. My laptop cord is still over there.

Today: Napped for a few hours. Watched a film in bed. Onlined (inventing verbs what?). Finished reading Bloodhound, which means it's already the 20th (21st now, by the hour) and I've only just finished reading my first actual book; that is such a bad sign. My parents brought back Indian food (chicken korma) for me, which is funny because I was wondering earlier if they'd stop for food and, if so, if it would be Indian (from the restaurant they actually did choose. Not that there's much selection around here).

Tomorrow: Cover letter due by the evening so I can sleep on it (not literally) and edit it on Sunday. Inbox. More LJ catch-up. Room cleaning. Libraries (2) to return overdue books, give money, look shamefaced, and see if I don't feel too silly to reserve Mastiff. Possibly retrieve power cord from Eric. Possibly try to convince my mother that a bathroom-cleaning party would be The Most Fun Thing Ever for a clean downstairs bathroom and the potential for a bath--water and candles and suds oh my! (With a quick-clean shower first to feel clean in the bath and a quick-rinse shower after. Then perhaps 30 minutes of meditating on the poor Earth, out of environmental guilt...) Post on reunion before I forget things.

Off to bed with me. I've got a silly new book to read (Vampire Academy--hey, we can't all avoid the silly vampire craze!) and I'm still sleepy. Sweet dreams everyone!