Unreal City
Feb. 10th, 2008 12:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI have found my shaver's charging-cord. Behind the sofa, whither it had either fallen been knocked off a high shelf, or else been dragged and abandoned. Either way, I blame the eight-footed two-headed black-hearted Mighty Hunter I am doomed to share my house with. Smug little fuzzbutts. Just wait, I'll shave them. Then they'll be sorry. And mocked. God is not mocked, but cats is.
In other news: the croci are out, in the park across the street. White and purple, bold and determined in the fog. Nothing else exists: I went for a walk on the moor, and would have had no idea that there was a city anywhere around.
In other other news: I have eaten cheese at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala's direction, and chilli because that is my own universal comfort food, and I am, I think, feeling better. Thank you. I don't want to work, at all, and I may not; but still. Better than yesterday the day before yesterday.
In other other other news, there are a few reviews out there, of anthos with my stories in. I will gather up a post. I will. That's almost work. But oh, I am tired. I dreamed of falling asleep in a pub among nice young men. Each of whom had brought books with them, which is sovereign for niceness. But despite sleeping in my dreams as well as in my bed, I am still tired. Maybe I should read a book, and see if nice young men occur spontaneously round about me...?
In other news: the croci are out, in the park across the street. White and purple, bold and determined in the fog. Nothing else exists: I went for a walk on the moor, and would have had no idea that there was a city anywhere around.
In other other news: I have eaten cheese at
matociquala's direction, and chilli because that is my own universal comfort food, and I am, I think, feeling better. Thank you. I don't want to work, at all, and I may not; but still. Better than In other other other news, there are a few reviews out there, of anthos with my stories in. I will gather up a post. I will. That's almost work. But oh, I am tired. I dreamed of falling asleep in a pub among nice young men. Each of whom had brought books with them, which is sovereign for niceness. But despite sleeping in my dreams as well as in my bed, I am still tired. Maybe I should read a book, and see if nice young men occur spontaneously round about me...?