September 10th, 2004


Finally Friday

Happy birthday to mick_hale; happy early birthday to bunny_sonatas!

Finally - finally - I get to start dialing down the Keppra. Till now, I've just been building the Lamictal back up. Now I get to drop the Keppra by 250mg/day.

One month til I can stop taking it altogether.

About a month and a half, two months, til I have it totally out of my system.

Then we look at other drugs.

Short-sleeved stripey sweater; jeans that are too big nowadays. I really need new clothes.

GRRM: A Rretrospective. No, that's not a typo.

Dance performance thingie either tonight or tomorrow night, down in Decatur.

Elayna might be going to a Braves game with her Girl Scout troop on Sunday. I haven't heard back from her flaky troop leader.



There are sugar cubes in the kitchen.

No, not Bjork's old band. Cubes. Of sugar.

Hot damn. I'm like a deer at a salt lick with these things.
  • Current Mood
    bouncy high-sucrose


The one thing that I actually retained from the Poise, Charm, and Modeling classes that my mother forced me into in elementary school:

When I rest my chin on one fist, I do so sideways. Because frontways, the flat expanse of back-of-hand can be shiny, have a reflection. That doesn't happen sideways.

That's it. All of the runway stuff is gone, and I'm certainly not that poised (though I tend to sit with my ankles crossed in Polite Company) or charming. But the hand thing is ingrained.
  • Current Mood
    calm anti-reflective
Capri - xanadumalion

Today's moment of "well, goodness gracious!"

Capri and Halloran do not become a couple.

They're partners, soulbound, teammates. But they don't become boyfriend & girlfriend, as I assumed they did.

I've had that in my head for about a month now - since writing about Halloran's encounter with his ex, and Capri's reaction - but the reasoning, and who she does end up with, are clicking now. And it's obvious stuff.

They're both going to be happy. And Best Friends Forever. But they're just... not going to hook up.

And they're both okay with that.


Okay, so remember the textbook issue that should have been resolved in April? Well. I think the publisher is apparently SICK TO DEATH of hearing from me. Which is perfectly okay, because I'm sick to death of having to fucking deal with them.

The thing I've been bitching about is their utter inability to provide desk copies. There's a larger issue, but stick with me here.

So I requested two desk copies of one book, and three instructor's solutions manuals of the other.

They sent me NINE desk copies of that first book. And with the other, they sent me five of each of the following:

* The textbook
* The solutions manual
* The test bank
* The "transparency acetates"
* The complete instructor's guide, which is a 3-inch binder jam-packed full of paper.

None of which we will use, save the actual text and solutions manual.

In short, they have sent me a ridiculous amount of stuff.

I think that the goal here is to not to have to talk to me for the rest of the year.

Again. I'm fine with that. :)

I *so* wish I had a camera right now...
  • Current Mood
    amused amused
Quiet - PhotoGnome


I find myself unwilling to write tonight, because writing the stories down solidifies them.

Fluid state of mind.

Also a low-ish functionality day today. About a 6 on a scale of 1 to 10. Words aren't really right. I pause, I drift.

I just looked back up at the screen and saw that I'd typed some completely wrong words. Okay. No serious writing tonight.

Even without that, tonight is protean, tonight is shifting. I think I need to let my mind settle a little bit.

I'm not tired, though. Odd.