just like water, it runs right through my fingers

Karate today was kata. I haven't forgotten everything.

Just most things.

#

So I finally got tired of the giant desk and desktop that ate a third of my roomspace and was blocking the installation of more necessary shelving for me to store my ever-growing crap on. The desktop's practically obsolete at this point, anyway: ever since I got the laptop, I've only used it for games, but it's no longer capable of playing new ones. The desk? A scary overlarge dust-trap.

So I moved it out, and replaced it with a tiny table more suited to my space requirements. All that remains, now, is to acquire and install six wall-mounted shelves, and transfer crap from the overloaded shelves and boxes: perform triage on the crap (need to wait until after the exams for that, though) and downsize my life so that it fits again.

Not that it ever really did, but the current state of affairs, with the crap spread all over the place and me half-drowning in it, is a couple of steps beyond acceptable.

#

I have a headache now. Maybe I should nap. Or cook dinner (chicken and tarragon, with new potatoes, broccoli, green beans, carrots).

That's what I'll do. I'll make foods.

just like water, it runs right through my fingers

Karate today was kata. I haven't forgotten everything.

Just most things.

#

So I finally got tired of the giant desk and desktop that ate a third of my roomspace and was blocking the installation of more necessary shelving for me to store my ever-growing crap on. The desktop's practically obsolete at this point, anyway: ever since I got the laptop, I've only used it for games, but it's no longer capable of playing new ones. The desk? A scary overlarge dust-trap.

So I moved it out, and replaced it with a tiny table more suited to my space requirements. All that remains, now, is to acquire and install six wall-mounted shelves, and transfer crap from the overloaded shelves and boxes: perform triage on the crap (need to wait until after the exams for that, though) and downsize my life so that it fits again.

Not that it ever really did, but the current state of affairs, with the crap spread all over the place and me half-drowning in it, is a couple of steps beyond acceptable.

#

I have a headache now. Maybe I should nap. Or cook dinner (chicken and tarragon, with new potatoes, broccoli, green beans, carrots).

That's what I'll do. I'll make foods.

Look into the blue light of the flame

Books 2008: 61

61. Emma Bull, War for the Oaks.

This book, we add it to the list of books to take a very special place in my heart. It's excellent. Beyond words.

And too, it was the perfect book for me to read tonight, being both beautiful, intense, and hopeful.

#

I've been anxious a lot lately. That time of month - that time of year, with the exams hard on the horizon and me with a head full of distractions and vague, creeping unease that I can't quite shake. Exercise doesn't do it. Reading does, for a while, but I can't read forever.

I'm sad and I'm afraid? And I don't quite know why, or of what? And I know this doesn't make sense - for fuck's sake, I know it's mostly chemical - but damnit, I would like not to feel a)stupid, b)inadequate, c)weak and d)so goddamn alone at your regularly scheduled intervals.

But, you know. Suck it up and carry on, no? Because I guess that's all there really is to do.

Look into the blue light of the flame

Books 2008: 61

61. Emma Bull, War for the Oaks.

This book, we add it to the list of books to take a very special place in my heart. It's excellent. Beyond words.

And too, it was the perfect book for me to read tonight, being both beautiful, intense, and hopeful.

#

I've been anxious a lot lately. That time of month - that time of year, with the exams hard on the horizon and me with a head full of distractions and vague, creeping unease that I can't quite shake. Exercise doesn't do it. Reading does, for a while, but I can't read forever.

I'm sad and I'm afraid? And I don't quite know why, or of what? And I know this doesn't make sense - for fuck's sake, I know it's mostly chemical - but damnit, I would like not to feel a)stupid, b)inadequate, c)weak and d)so goddamn alone at your regularly scheduled intervals.

But, you know. Suck it up and carry on, no? Because I guess that's all there really is to do.