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I spent twenty minutes this morning craving Black Forest cake. Usually I don't like the stuff, but today... I could practically taste it. Still vaguely interested.
I'm tired and my head feels like it's full of acrid cotton wool. I want to go home. I've got two and a half hours left of being here, and I just don't care. I'm still getting stuff done, though, which is good.
Angel's started waggling her jaw. Nothing too bad, she's still eating, she's still purring, and she's still walking all over us. But she keeps her mouth a tiny bit open a lot of the time now (and her tongue tends to stick out, which is just absolutely adorable), and sometimes she'll just stand there with her mouth open and wiggle her lower jaw from side to side, just a bit. It's very cute, and I want to cry.
The cancer, as you may have guessed from this, has gotten sizeable. Bigger than one of those white vinyl erasers, smaller than a hardboiled egg. I wonder what her jawbone actually looks like, now.
Oh, my kitten.
And I'm about at the stage where I'd kill to get purple-blue hair back, or the floppy-hawk (did I ever get a proper name for that?), or both at once. I haven't done anything with my hair in a year and a half. A year and a half, people. And it's so short I can't even quietly dye the bottom half of it and hide it with the rest, or something.
Bleh.
I don't know. I don't know.
Need to get out to an 80s night, or something equally fluffy and silly and low-pressure. Maybe pick a museum and go. Maybe just hit So Good in the market and watch people while I eat cake.
Stopped by the local comic book shop to pick up Fall of Cthulhu (vol. 2) and Cthulhu Tales. They're both only being printed in slightly reduced sizes, which is faintly annoying. However, the spontaneous 10% price break "because I like you" was pretty cool.
I'm tired and my head feels like it's full of acrid cotton wool. I want to go home. I've got two and a half hours left of being here, and I just don't care. I'm still getting stuff done, though, which is good.
Angel's started waggling her jaw. Nothing too bad, she's still eating, she's still purring, and she's still walking all over us. But she keeps her mouth a tiny bit open a lot of the time now (and her tongue tends to stick out, which is just absolutely adorable), and sometimes she'll just stand there with her mouth open and wiggle her lower jaw from side to side, just a bit. It's very cute, and I want to cry.
The cancer, as you may have guessed from this, has gotten sizeable. Bigger than one of those white vinyl erasers, smaller than a hardboiled egg. I wonder what her jawbone actually looks like, now.
Oh, my kitten.
And I'm about at the stage where I'd kill to get purple-blue hair back, or the floppy-hawk (did I ever get a proper name for that?), or both at once. I haven't done anything with my hair in a year and a half. A year and a half, people. And it's so short I can't even quietly dye the bottom half of it and hide it with the rest, or something.
Bleh.
I don't know. I don't know.
Need to get out to an 80s night, or something equally fluffy and silly and low-pressure. Maybe pick a museum and go. Maybe just hit So Good in the market and watch people while I eat cake.
Stopped by the local comic book shop to pick up Fall of Cthulhu (vol. 2) and Cthulhu Tales. They're both only being printed in slightly reduced sizes, which is faintly annoying. However, the spontaneous 10% price break "because I like you" was pretty cool.
