April 23rd, 2013


Bleah! Go away urticaria!

Had an absolutely wonderful, fun, relaxing night, just like so many of J and mine's good times in Seattle, and I wake up today with half of my face swollen up like a gibbous moon! And spots! Yeah sure I didn't get up at 6 and take my antihistamines like I have been but is it really that necessary? I can't help but think of the Fluxx card called "the Innsmouth look" - I look like I'm hiding gills on the side of my face!
reading is fun-damental

Tenant of Wildfell Hall vs Party Shoes

It's depressing to be sitting in the sunshine reading a book as morose as The Tenant of Wildfell Hall and to realize I empathize so much with the protagonist ("Oh yes, I know just how that feels!"). I probably ought to stick with lightweight stuff if I want to cure my head of its ills. Unfortunately I left Noel Streatfield's "Party Shoes" at homem because I wanted to push myself a little harder to read some literature instead of good, healthy fluff.


And with that, I'm off to see a play about having a stroke.