For my father, who's going in for gall bladder surgery this morning.
Hello to new reader seferin!
Augh tired. This will continue. Otherwise okay, though.
I know what song Places You Haunt starts with now. And I will work on that today.
* Please help flooded-out Clarkdale Elementary!
* Parasitic homes.
* Foodzie. It's like Etsy. For food.
* Balloon monsters!
Brain-damaged patients who appear to have lost signs of conscious awareness might still be able to create new memories, showing signs of new neural networks and potential for partial recovery.
Daily Scent-Stuff: Blooddroop Halloween
Alba Niaopoli, The Conveyer of Desires: Lush, warming espresso with frothy milk, tolu balsam, wicked and retaliatory musk, and a pinch of black pepper.
In bottle: Ooooh coffee. Yum.
On me: The musk and pepper add beautiful complications to the coffee. Layers and layers. Gorgeous.
Anne-Cecile Ledesѐperée, The Spirit Speaker: Aged Saint-Emilion, teak, vanilla bean, tonka, and hay stuffed, decaying velvet sofas.
In bottle: Bottle of red wine freshly opened in the old drawing room.
On me: Alas, the wine note goes plasticky.
Walk, shower, write. Will not allow myself to be distracted by handsome men on Gchat. Will be at Diesel tonight.