Displacement
Jul. 11th, 2011 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWhere are my suns of yesterday? I went out of the house this morning and had to stop, to check myself - T-shirt, jeans, sandals, cap, check - because I suddenly wasn't sure I had enough clothes on. What's that about?
Before I left, I set about reviving my sourdough starter, because, well. Sourdough starter: it's a prerequisite.
Then I went to the Lit & Phil, where people may have commented on my tan. You decide.
On the way, I learned that my favourite Japanese restaurant has closed, and is now yet another Chinese buffet. I do know that entropy is inevitable, and everything degrades to the lowest common denominator: but does it have to happen now? Can't it wait? I shan't be here for ever, I really don't understand this hurry to become crap before I go. (Because yes, it really is all about me. Slow inevitable decay and the heat death of the universe: it's my punishment. Sorry about that.)
The boys are still being cute, though, when they're not sinking claws into me. Mac slithered under the duvet this morning and kneaded my belly until I rolled over grumblingly; then he kneaded my tiger. I observed that that part of my skin had probably had enough puncture-wounds, thanks. I think he thinks it's wallpaper, and so obviously needs shredding.
Then Barry sat on my knee while I read a book. I will probably have scars; it was very determined sitting.
In other news, I am now officially bored with both Kvothe's interminable poverty and his Troubles With Women(TM). Rothfuss covered those quite adequately in the first volume, thanks. Trouble is, though, if you take them out of the second volume, there's precious little left. The book doesn't actually seem to do anything. Which is quite frustrating, actually.
In other other news, heavy bag was heavy when I carried it home from town: much foods have been bought, and I am cooking comfort-chilli as we speak. I have continued my tradition of losing weight in America, but I don't suppose that'll last long.
Before I left, I set about reviving my sourdough starter, because, well. Sourdough starter: it's a prerequisite.
Then I went to the Lit & Phil, where people may have commented on my tan. You decide.
On the way, I learned that my favourite Japanese restaurant has closed, and is now yet another Chinese buffet. I do know that entropy is inevitable, and everything degrades to the lowest common denominator: but does it have to happen now? Can't it wait? I shan't be here for ever, I really don't understand this hurry to become crap before I go. (Because yes, it really is all about me. Slow inevitable decay and the heat death of the universe: it's my punishment. Sorry about that.)
The boys are still being cute, though, when they're not sinking claws into me. Mac slithered under the duvet this morning and kneaded my belly until I rolled over grumblingly; then he kneaded my tiger. I observed that that part of my skin had probably had enough puncture-wounds, thanks. I think he thinks it's wallpaper, and so obviously needs shredding.
Then Barry sat on my knee while I read a book. I will probably have scars; it was very determined sitting.
In other news, I am now officially bored with both Kvothe's interminable poverty and his Troubles With Women(TM). Rothfuss covered those quite adequately in the first volume, thanks. Trouble is, though, if you take them out of the second volume, there's precious little left. The book doesn't actually seem to do anything. Which is quite frustrating, actually.
In other other news, heavy bag was heavy when I carried it home from town: much foods have been bought, and I am cooking comfort-chilli as we speak. I have continued my tradition of losing weight in America, but I don't suppose that'll last long.