Happy birthday to dindin!
Hello to new reader aunticrist!
Have yet to drug self today. Spent more time asleep than awake yesterday, though. No, that's not hyperbole.
I'm really hoping that, after they crash me off the seizure meds next week, they build me back up in a sane way.
Amoeba go scoot scoot...
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Thanatopsis: A meditation upon death. Inspired by William Cullen Bryant's poem. A deep, solomn earthen scent containing pine, juniper and musk.
In bottle: Very piney.
On me: Yeah, very piney! I smell like a Christmas tree. It mellows out, though, so it's no longer "OMG pine tree!" and is more just a light woodsiness with a bit of musk.
Megus: An ancient blend, swollen with arcane power: galangal, high john essence, frankincense, cedar, and sandalwood.
In bottle: I smell the cedar, but it's under a bunch of stuff... maybe the galangal and high john essence, which I'm unfamiliar with.
On me: Yes, cedar, and other stuff - galangal is in a Pumpkin Patch! That's definitely what I'm smelling. I like it when I grow to identify notes. The galangal's on top of cedar and sandalwood. Is nice.
Magdalene: A stirring yet gentle perfume. The scent of love and devotion mingled with an undercurrent of heart-rending sorrow. A bouquet of white roses, labdanum, and wild orchid.
In bottle: Floral like whoa.
On me: The rose bouquet dominates, which is bad on me... after a while, the orchid comes out. Orchid is good. But this is not for me. (tested yesterday)
Kitsune-Tsuki: Kitsune-Tsuki are malevolent Japanese spirits, akin to western werebeasts: women are possessed by the spirits of foxes, who compel them to perform acts of wickedness and mischief. Asian plum, orchid, daffodil, jasmine and white musk.
In bottle: Floral - it takes me a bit to get to the plum. *worries*
On me: Oh, but there's the plum. There's orchids growing next to a plum tree. There's still the chemical-y smell I get with rose... maybe it's also associated with the daffodil or jasmine? Elayna says it's yummy. And now the chemical smell has left. It's pretty. I'll keep the imp, but won't require a bottle, as I already have Budding Moon (plum blossom, peony, lotus root, Chinese musk and a hint of white ginger) for the rare occasions when I want light and pretty.
Happy Bunny pajamas.
Anne Lamott's Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith, which is unfortunately way more Jesusy than Plan B, which is more about faith in general.
Elayna is Reading
Warriors #1: Into the Wild, by Erin Hunter. It's about cats like Redwall is about mice. And she is totally hooked. Every spare moment, she has her nose in this book.
The last book she read was Bridge to Terabithia, by Katherine Paterson. She resisted this one for years... one of those "Mom, stop nudging me, I can make my own book decisions!" things. But the other day, we were running late, and she remembered that she'd forgotten to pack a new book, having just finished her Nancy Drew. I said "You'll read a book of my choosing, then, since we don't have time for you to wibble over what you want to read." So she reluctantly trundled off with Terabithia.
She loved it, of course. And cried at the end. Who doesn't?
Not DragonCon. Just thinking about DragonCon makes me twitch.
harkalark is coming down (across?) this weekend. So my plans include lots of time with him. Also maybe bits of the Decatur Book Festival. And lunch with Helly and voldsom on Saturday, yay!