stone against skin September 3rd: this is my last innocent year "hear the voices in my head i swear to god it sounds like they're snoring but if you're bored then you're boring the agony and the irony, they're killing me" —Harvey Danger, Flagpole Sitta

Dream: I woke in the middle of the night and said, "It's my birthday!" But it wasn't. I'm not sure why I thought it was.

Reality: If you're reading this, then the DNS change has been propagated and you're reading content served fresh from my shiny new NetBSD machine located in downtown Seattle, known as crab.madstop.org. There's still some work to be done, but for the most part it's ready to go and life is cool. i'm working on installing majordomo so I can have a notify list. Um. i'm not feeling very writerly right now. I'm very tired and kind of cranky and my tit hurts. I need to sleep for about a day straight. I imagine that this will be the last update till the 8th, since this weekend i'm off and will be doing Bumbershoot. I anticipate I'll have lots to write about after the weekend, though. ***** i haven't been able to talk to Melanie very much lately, and I'm pretty sure that's a factor in my general crankiness. Well, that and my bra is itching and my tit hurts and the nipple pierce is acting up. And i'm whining. *sigh* I really dislike it when I get into moods like this. I'm bitchy but don't have the energy to do anything about it. I'd really like it if it started raining again. Yeah. Blame it on the summer. I just love my house on rainy days....looking out into the backyard, listening to the rain shush past the window, watching the lake. Okay, yeah, the basement leaks when it rains. (Speaking of, i need to caulk the cracks and hope that helps.) But it's really very nice. The house feels so nice when the kitchen is warm and there's music on the stereo and the sky is grey and wet. But summer is nice, too...it just gets too hot for me. See? completely mundane. I think it's just about time to go home, make myself some dinner, take some painkillers, and sleep the sleep of those who don't have to be up in the morning. My hair is currently doing this thing where a clump of curls are falling on either side of my face. It's pretty cool, actually, but I can't get it to do it on purpose.

I'm a banner. Ohmmmmmmmm. the moment: CD: Harvey Danger, Where Have All the Merrymakers Gone? Book: Children of the Night, Mercedes Lackey Outside: the sun is making me cranky. it can go away now. Doing: bossing people around at work Link: Harvey Danger has a site on Blarg! {{previous}} | {{next}} stone against skin archives | reads | backstory | cast | why? home

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