Hello to new reader badfaerie__!
Twelfth(?) verse, same as the first... also, I have a headache, but I attribute that to weathershift; it's raining.
I'm sick of being sick, but that feeling is separate. Partitioned. This rest of my life: I'm in one of those phases where I am in love with everything, where each blade of grass is a piece of God, as a religious Christian might say; where everything is beauty, and people I love are like whoa! highly concentrated doses of beauty, man.
And some people would say that my ability to feel that is because my temporal lobes are b0rked. Ecstasies can be simply a result of medical malfunction.
This is the gift.
As far as I know, all of our gas leaks have now been fixed, opening the rest of this week up to Getting Shit Done. Errands include getting Miss Kid a replacement for her lost music book and the stuff she needs to make her Girl Scout sash all official-like. And now that the comic boxes have arrived, it's organization time!
Right, then. I'll have Adam make up a PayPal button.
I feel weird asking for money for me, as I generally only do so for charity, but I remind myself that this is not money-for-me, this is people chipping in for a present. Like they did for the HellGnome.
And the corset = yummy.
If I happen to get more money than I need for the corset, I plan to use it towards a plane ticket for my Boston party, if that's okay with everyone...
I have a lot of writers who read me. For you, I'm going to start doing a daily prompt (if I remember) from a Writer's Book of Days thing that manifestress bought the other day. If you decide to do it, please post it in comments or post a link in comments!