Happy birthday to theferrett! Ladies, send naked pictures to theferrett AT livejournal.com. I would, but I don't have any new ones.
Hello to new reader faithwallis!
The usual, brain-drugs-wise, plus a bit fuzzy 'round the edges. Pain level moderate to severe. For the record, yesterday was a non-fun day for my heart as well; had a few hours of frequent flutteries that had me pausing, waiting to see if they were going to cascade into the sneakers-in-a-dryer feeling. Thankfully, they did not. The heart thing is not actually dangerous, but it is disturbing.
I do not tend to write* on weekends, because Adam is here. So my brain gets restless. And I post a lot of the rapid cycling through stress and random ideas and... yeah. Just give me a cookie and remind me that on Monday I will have structure again. Structure is good for me.
(LJ != writing.)
Travel exacerbates my pain. That's one of the things that very clearly has a direct and immediate negative effect on my body. The lugging of suitcases, the being confined to the little seat on the plane for hours, the constant pushing of myself to a higher activity level than normal. Boston alone might not have flared me like this. Boston + Florida...yeah. So. I am setting aside my free ticket for now. No travel for the 'song.
Only possible exception: Kires's grandma's beach house. Very short flight, and he will put me in the water immediately. Spending three, four days in the ocean counteracts the travel.
...I do not like planning around pain.
On stupid movies
Adam's review of Ultraviolet is extensive and giggle-inducing. :)
Only three fragrances a day for the foreseeable future, as I have developed stress eczema on my right elbowpit. *nod*
Rage: Black amber erupting with a dark volcanic surge of fiery dragon's blood and a burst of melati, rose geranium, mandarin and black currant.
In bottle: Chemical ech.
On me: Chemical ech. The rose geranium is the most likely culprit.
Blood: A vital, bold scent, throbbing with sensuality. Essence of dragon's blood resin, thickened with myrrh and cherry, with a trickle of clove.
In bottle: Pure cherry!
On me: ...pure cherry. Oh, wait, there's something under that. Don't know if it's resin or myrrh. And there's that tiny bit of clove, as the cherry subsides. This is an oddment, but not bad. Also not me. Red Queen is a better cherry on me, with its wood base.
Bordello: A decadent, deep perfume, lusty and luxuriant. The scent evokes images of velvet-lined Old West cathouses, tightly laced corsets, rustling petticoats and coquettish snarls of pleasure. Bawdy plum with amaretto, burgundy wine and black currant.
In bottle: Plum with a bit of booze.
On me: Ooooh, nice. *sniff* *sniff* No surprise changes here. Boozy-plummy. It's the burgundy wine that rides high here, not the amaretto, for which I am thankful. This is ripe dark fruit with a red-wine chaser, eaten while lounging on a velvet chaise. Oooh, I keep sniffing myself. Bordello is a winner. Yay Bordello!