DAY OFF.

Thank, as I believe I said already, fucking Christ. I am safely ensconced beneath my down comforter (there's another possibility for a frivolous purchase: a thicker, winter-weight down comforter, as this one is lightweight and convenient for summer but is rather too thin to act as a duvet (i.e. sole blanket) when the temperature in the house is sixty) and, upon gyen_gaoltosing's excellent suggestion, have a mug of hot chocolate (with whipped cream on top-- there is a can stashed in the fridge for just such occasions).
Now, my conscience is prickling me to say that this reprieve has been granted so that I might write that damn article once and for all. kkatowll would've had it finished ten or twelve times over by now. (What plagues me is the question: how do you get people to talk to you right away? I could easily write two thousand words in an afternoon, if only I had quotes to go from, but it took me two days of hunting to get anybody to talk to me, so by the time I had material I was stuck in the midst of my unrelated work-week.)
( in which I ramble on disconnectedly but perhaps coherently, attempting to put together a post with my internal editor on the blink )

So. Today I must:

1. Chase down the last few sources to write the article.


2. Write the article.


3. Do laundry. (Again. Why is there always more laundry? Sigh.)


4. Clean the living room in preparation for moving the couch in off the sunporch. Because face it, the season's over. (Noooooooo!)


5. Put together that package for Katy. (While I'm at it, how about those postcards I started making up over a month ago?)


6. Deposit all tip monies in the bank.


7. Hunt down student loan notifications and pay past-due balances. (There shouldn't be any. Why are there any? I swear they don't send me bills every month.)


8. Hunt down remaining monthly bills and pay them too.


9. Find a store that sells Doc Martens and try on frivolous boots.


10. Remember the other five things that were on this list when I composed it in my head while putting the kettle on.

I am psyching myself up to this by talking myself into getting dressed. "Look-- you can wear any color pants you like! They don't have to be black! They can be anything. They could even be jeans!" and the sourpuss half of me is responding, sulkily, "But you don't even own any jeans that fit."

The temptation is very strong to simply remove the clothing I have on so far and just go in for a nap (under Z's duvet, which he isn't using at the moment and which is much warmer than mine).

human again

Have slept morning away now, and then spent a full hour on hygeine. Hair is deep-conditioned, washed and brushed, braided and pinned up. Legs are shaven, moisturized; toenails even painted. Face is exfoliated and moisturized. Fingernails are trimmed and I'm pondering whether to file them.
Ran out of ideas of what to do about the eczema flare on the hands, but it's several days old and is healing now, I think. Moisturizer has been applied, but it is never to any avail with a flare. Still and all, even there an effort was made.

Now I have to get to work. I was going to lie in bed and reread old fics I have loved in days of yore, but now I've reached the time beyond which I can't justify wasting any more, so off to work I go. Sigh.

At least I can work at home, so I can have a bowl of noodles while I do it. *unprofessional noise of delight, but only a tiny one*

update

Photos are up at Flickr: here. Glassline @ Merlin's, the morning glories on my back fence, and a photo of me and Fiona and Ann in Ithaca when I visited there, in our creepy matching shirts.

Only took me like three or four weeks to put those all up.

Got new stockings in the mail today from stockingirl.com-- their prices aren't great but their selection is freaking tremendous. Still didn't get any blue ones, though. Wore ivory ones with lace tops, along with my big off-white cable-knit Irish-style sweater my mom made me, out in a drizzly evening to go get ice cream at Condrell's. Ice cream and coffee. It was great, and we talked about web development, and I was just so pleased with my conversation partner, and Condrell's radio was playing... New Kids On The Block. And Cyndi Lauper, a little later. I have no idea what freaking channel they tune into, but they're nuts there.

I'm going to try to finally get some work done now, because I sure didn't today. I tried: I stared at the computer for three freaking hours and got nothing done. It's sort of eerie how well I can not write things whilst knowing precisely what I want to say and having everything I need. I may be a champion at that.

And oh, today I mastered the two-braid Ukranian Power Braid hairstyle, to the point that i sort of don't want to take it down because it's up just right. Eh; the desire for sleep will overrule all, doubtless, in a couple hours.