Lia made me these extremely cute handwarmers (pictured: 1 of 2, as you might expect) and I am v happy about them, wow! Also we got your postcard, Viv! Did you get the one I sent to Kibble’s place?
I have been echoing this in my head a lot, and working on it, and it has been of benefit
Really unusually cute baby
Graffiti of stencil letters that said NOT ART
People working together on huge colorful mural
Old person with Carole King T-shirt tucked into Hulk belt
ETA: saw bird hopping, thought about dance move called hoppy bird by Kristin
I looked through my old stuff in order to find a recipe for my grandma, who wanted to know how to make couscous. Seeing all the pictures of the cabbage with its wood paneling and animals and window-wall and sun-squares-on-bed made me miss it, even though our apartment is beautiful, so beautiful that Robin’s photo of our dining room got a bunch of tumblr reblogs from strangers. (Ha.) We made sushi today, and I made dipping sauce, and I thought about the way Mason says “sauce” and I missed him a lot too. I would perhaps like to fast-forward to the part of my life when we have a cat and I am less perched on the edge of being, uh, mentally ill in the way that requires so much effort to avoid black-hole-diving. I had an okay couple of days, though, I think.
Going to see Twelfth Night tomorrow, outdoors, picnicking, with friends (if it doesn’t rain). I have been having a ton of recurring dreams about having my septum pierced.
I talked with my therapist about being frightened of the future, etc., and talked to him about things I like about environments, nourishing places to be — and he went, “listen, this isn’t me making a suggestion, but the things you described liking and being excited by: academia.” (I got lazy at the end of that sentence. He was much more politic and elaborate.)
I thought, it is the ghost of William past!!!! or present even, if I actually, like, talked with him!!!!! and I imagine I made that face that I have felt myself make at William, which I would describe vaguely as “stricken” (although I don’t know, I’ve never watched myself make it). So I’m having a bunch of feelings about that but I do not know exactly what they are.
Feline demon, Flauros.
A Healing Visualization
eating a flower!!!!!!!!!!
I washed out the soy sauce bottle. I really liked the shapes that the soap bubbles made when they were all packed together, dry, in the glass.