Funny That.

Today I've typed out two, full and complete LJ posts, chosen icons et al, and then closed the window because after reviewing the text I decided that what I typed really didn't need to be shared. I'm not sure why. Both were accurate in conveying either a fact or a feeling about me at that point, and yet they seemed trivial. Despite the proliferation of memes and quizzes in my journal recently, I do wish to make what I say here be of some value, though I am measuring value only against my own perspective. I wish to go deeper. After my experiences of living in joy yesterday, I discovered another way of perceiving the world. Perhaps that is why I spent much of today not in contemplation. I wrote over two thousand words in my novel today and cooked a fabulous dinner, but otherwise did very little else of worth. I needed to vegetate, and tomorrow? Who knows.

Instead of those posts I will say this: live in unconditional love and be well, my friends. You are in my heart.

Tonight I sleep.

Molassess

My computer's internet connection and processing is running so slowly at the moment that what would normally take me about five to ten minutes has taken an hour and a half, and I still haven't finished. Thankfully, I've had presence of mind to use the time to also make necessary phone calls, but a lot of the fast research and saving of links I wanted to do is cutting into my cleaning-and-packing-before-the-landlord-comes-at-2pm time. I was up late not doing much, and so I'm tired and somewhat physically lethargic, and I haven't even taken a shower yet! The shower will likely revive me a bit, as will a decent lunch (I'm not buying Peanut Butter Crunch again for a while, it leaves me groggy and hungry by 10am).

I also need to get these request forms for Advanced Learning evaluation printed off and sent to the Seattle Public Schools today so that it can get to them by Monday.

I think tonight my computer's scheduled a defragmentation of the hard drive. What do you think? Yeah? 'Cause I'm seeing it in her future.

Your Hair Should Be Red

Passionate, fiery, and sassy. You're a total smart aleck who's got the biggest personality around.

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

( for my own benefit, I'm saving links in case I have to shut down IE )

Dirty Ducks Done Dirt Cheap

Necrophilic, Homosexual Duck Relations

I have to presume the author of this article understands the full meanings of the words chosen, which makes him as gutter-brained as I am for using, "As he recounts in his seminal paper," as a double entendre.

Does it bother anyone else the journalist's name is Donald?