August 27th, 2006

Elayna & Mommy laughing

A moment.

Elayna's reading manga and having a snack. I'm going through my Amazon wishlist and prioritizing stuff, having breezed through my KoL turns. (Adam's at work. Yes, on a Sunday, and he was at work yesterday, too, and yes, this plays merry havoc with my fuXX0red time-sense.)

Elayna and I are bopping along to Sophie B. Hawkins and Tom Petty, and missing gwynraven, and are still in our nightshirts (mine: AIDS Walk 2005; hers: my sister's bat mitzvah), and generally having a very slow day, which is okay by us. We are fairly quiet, which is fine, as we don't need words; a smile, a touch, a hug.

That's right now.

Tomorrow I will get my BPAL swaps together and packed and mailed. Tomorrow I will decide which suits will be listed on Craigslist.

But today, I am going to go lie down, let myself rest.
  • Current Mood
    exhausted exhausted
Julia in color - xanadumalion

Now that I'm more awake...

What kept me awake last night
I need to wear button-down shirts at the hospital.

I don't have button-down shirts. I'm not a fashion plate, y'all... I'm a T-shirt-and-jeans girl. Every day. T-shirt and jeans. Predictable as the rise of the sun.

So. I have those three fancy tank-top corset-lookin' things, one of which appears in the new Elayna-and-Mommy icon. Those clasp down the front. But that's three tops. I need seven.

And I have nothing to sleep in that doesn't slip on over my head.


Yes, this actually kept me awake. Adam's lucky I didn't jump up and turn on the light to verify my wardrobe.


Okay, I need a bottle of this, STAT.
The Black Tower. Description: A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.

On me... it goes on in a swirl of leather and red wine. The red wine dries away, though, and I'm left with well-worn leather and ivy.

The ivy of the castle at the center of Shayara, that's lain untouched for over a century waiting for the return of the Lishaya.

Yes. This is Julia's scent. Her jacket, her eyes, her hand pressed into the ivy. The scent becomes the rich bottle-green, forest-green, of House Tamra, with the worn leather of Julia's personal armor.

Torture King is Fenris. Black Tower is Julia.

Thank goodness it's a GC...
  • Current Mood
    awake awake