Happy birthday to Miss shrijani!
Aches are mild. *stretch*
Right, then. Cutting back. I know have my writing time on the calendar so I don't overschedule myself in that regard. And otherwise... basically, I need to not do more than one thing in a day. Lately I've been swinging from activity to activity with barely any time to touch down at home, and it makes me agitated, and stress makes the fibro worse. So. One activity a day + writing time.
This gets implemented mid-next-week, because I have stuff I can't reschedule today, Friday, Monday, and Tuesday, and stuff I shouldn't reschedule this weekend.
* Balance Card draw this afternoon!
* Bubble gum bin made from recycled bubble gum. Keen!
At the age of 2, Underwood was diagnosed with retinoblastoma, a rare form of cancer that that affects about one in 5 million children. One year later, his eyes were surgically removed, to prevent the tumour from spreading throught the optic nerve and into the brain.
Soon after his surgery, Underwood realized that he could use echoes to determine the positions of objects, and began to develop this "six sense." His ability to echolocate is now so sophisticated that he can ride a bike, skateboard and play computer games.
LONG NIGHT MOON: The nights are at their longest, the sky is at its darkest. The air is still with reflective silence. A bouquet of night-blooming flowers, petals dusted with frost. Cereus, moonflower accord, night phlox, honeysuckle, silver thyme, white mint, and blue musk.
'song says: Hmm. Moonflower hates me. Honeysuckle, thyme, and mint, though... Decant.
SAGITTARIUS: Mutable Fire: the essence of striving. Sage, clove, dandelion, balm of gilead, fig, and chamomile.
'song says: Everything sounds great! ...until chamomile. Decant.
IVANUSHKA: Soft, velvety fur and warm musk, brushed by forest woods and dusted by dry leaves.
Okay, I may risk a bottle of this.
FAMINE: It was not surprising that she had recognized him, for his dark grey eyes stared out from his photo on the foil-embossed cover. Foodless Dieting: Slim Yourself Beautiful, the book was called; The Diet Book of the Century! Sleek black tea, tobacco leaf, frankincense, lilac, and white musk.
'song says: Tea and tobacco are good. Frankincense and lilac are a maybe. Decant.
MADAME TRACY: Newt had been amazed to find that Madam Tracy was a middle-aged, motherly soul, whose gentleman callers called as much for a cup of tea and a nice chat as for what little discipline she was still able to exact. A coquettish blend of tea rose, ume blossom, geranium, lily of the valley, violet, and heliotrope.
'song says: Floral death. Pass.
POLLUTION: "Excuse me," barked Tyler. "Is that your crisp packet?"
"Oh, it's not just mine," said the boy. "It's everybody's."
R.P. Tyler drew himself up to his full height. "Young man,' he said, "how would you feel if I came over to your house and dropped litter everywhere?"
Pollution smiled, wistfully. 'Very, very pleased,' he breathed.
"Oh, that would be wonderful."
Beneath his bike an oil slick puddled a rainbow on the wet road.
A toxic chypre: radioactive green musk, davana, and oozing white amber.
'song: Now *that* sounds interesting. Decant for sure!
It wasn't a dark and stormy night.
It should have been, but that's the weather for you. For every mad scientist who's had a convienient thunderstorm just on the night his Great Work is finished and lying on the slab, there have been dozens who've sat around aimlessly under the peaceful stars while Igor racks up the overtime.
But don't let the fog (with rain later, temperatures dropping to around forty-five degrees) give anyone a false sense of security. Just because it's a mild night doesn't mean that dark forces aren't abroad. They're abroad all the time. They're everywhere.
They always are. That's the whole point.
Two of them lurked in a ruined graveyard. Two shadowy figures, one hunched and squat, the other lean and menacing, both of them Olympic-grade lurkers. If Bruce Springsteen had ever recorded "Born to Lurk," these two would have been on the album cover. They had been lurking in the fog for over an hour now, but they had been pacing themselves and could lurk for the rest of the night if necessary, with still enough sullen menace left for a final burst of lurking around dawn.
Finally, after another twenty minutes, one of them said: "Bugger this for a lark. He should have been here hours ago."
The speaker's name was Hastur. He was a Duke of Hell.
HASTUR: Smoky-sour labdanum, black patchouli, wet tobacco, and brimstone.
'song says: Sounds yummy! Decant!
"What's this Crowley like?" said Ligur.
Hastur spat. "He's been up here too long," he said. "Right from the Start. Gone native, if you ask me. Drives a car with a telephone in it."
Ligur pondered this. Like most demons, he had a very limited grasp of technology, and so he was just about to say something like, I bet it needs a lot of wire, when the Bentley rolled to a halt at the cemetery gate.
LIGUR: Dry olibanum, black moss, soggy ti, khus, and opoponax.
'song says: Interesting and quite possibly wonderful! Decant.
FAIRY WINE: Mr. Bromios had set up a wine-tent and was selling wines and pasties to the village folk, who were often tempted by the foods being sold by the folk from Beyond the Wall but had been told by their grandparents, who had got it from their grandparents, that it was deeply, utterly wrong to eat fairy food, to drink fairy water and sip fairy wine. An ethereal vintage, steeped with dandelion, honey, and red currants.
'song says: Yummy! Decant. :)
LADY UNA: Honey musk, green tea leaf, blackberry leaf, vanilla bean, and fae spices.
'song says: Sounds *delicious*! Decant!
All in all, a nice little update of mostly GCs with mostly non-tempting LEs. Good. Need to be saving money.
dark_blade's going to be doing a decant circle to ship with her Yule circle, which is not yet full. Need Yules? Click here! I'll edit the link to the Lunacy circle in when she makes the post. :) (Rin, I want a decant of everything but Madame Tracy, please!)
Chaste Moon: This is the Moon of the Child, and the scent is as soft and gentle as a baby's breath: milky blossoms and soft cream touch the last buds of winter, coupled with crystalline, bright traditional Lunar oils.
In bottle: Sweet, light, clear.
On me: I can't pick out individual notes, but yeah - sweet, creamy,light, clear. One Elayna and I can share.
White Moon: Lilac, calla lily, wisteria, white sandalwood, moonflower, night musk, phlox, and violet.
In bottle: Woody floral.
On me: Woody floral... will it stay? No. Floral Death.
Egg Nog '04: Sweet brandy, dark rum, heavy cream, sugar, and a dash of nutmeg.
In bottle: Mmmm. Thick spicy sweet.
On me: Luscious. The booziness doesn't take it over. It's lickable sugar and spice. Wow, I hope Egg Nog '07 is like this...
All Souls '07: An incense blend that invokes the higher qualities of mercy and compassion, mingled with the soft, sugared currant scent of offertory soul cakes.</i>
In bottle: Sweet, with the incense below.
On me: Huh. I actually smell the currant-cakes in this, whereas last year's was 100% incense on me.
* Hanging out with ariesd.
* Date with marmota tonight (not sleepover.)