nerves

Japanese dinner is tomorrow. In my late-at-night and somewhat melancholy mood, I wonder how long I will remember it.

Probably not very long. I will remember parts of it, of course: I'm an inherent and trained storyteller, and what I can repeat to the amusement of others I will always remember. But the rest... no.

I remind me of wolves sometimes. I live in the present, rarely concerned with the past or the future, and very poor memory for what doesn't interest me. I also tend to be rather forthright. Or shall we say "blunt"? That might be the better choice, only I know that my words can be sharp too, and it never does to create an oxymoron.

I should sleep.

I should cry.

I should try to have an intense emotion other than depression sometime soon.

I wish I could love.

Of course, I also wish I had magic, and since that's equally as impossible, I might as well get over it and move on.

Right.

Japanese dinner is tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it, even though it means lots of stress and unfinished homework and wearing an obi (gah). An obi, for those of us that have never worn one, is like a corset, only shorter. You can sit down all right, and your breasts don't get smushed unless you're wearing binding, but it still constricts your lower ribcage and makes it hard to breathe. I'm still looking forward to it. It's been my life these past couple of days. It's apparently going to be really full, and a nice, big audience is the best thing in the world. Lots of energy. Mmmmn.

And I didn't even have to get sick first.

Which reminds me: sleep, before I pass out.

Goodnight, everyone. I love you all as best I can.

with too little sleep, a brownie, and a fan

There's something really amazing about the cheering affect a whole desktop full of smilies in rainbow colors can have.

There's also something really great about using traditional instruments to play... almost rock-ish songs.

And Taiko Soran Bushi is absolutely wonderful.

"good things"

Stop talking about politics for a moment or two.

Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ, NOT under a cut tag, of something pleasant, such as an adorable kitten, or a fluffy white cloud, or a bottle of booze. Something that has nothing to do with politics.

Include these instructions, and share the love.


One of my favorite pictures of Ruby being her adorable self.

Yoinked from kalluna.