constance | I am writing from a real desk!

Okay, I have a bit more time on my hands tonight, and I've also managed to dig out my power outlet, and I'm winding down into my last night before going back to earning a living, and therefore I would like to share with you ten things about the last ten days:

1. I had a dream last night, not a nightmare, only a dream wherein I was forced to confront the fact that I was just an all-around bad person, a loser, a failure, an asshole. Not a nightmare, but it stuck with me for a very long time this morning, though I am feeling much better now, you'll be happy to know.

2. I missed the birthday of

laurelwood! Or at least, LJ says I missed it, and in LJ I trust. I would like, in my grand tradition of friendly written birthday presents, to write a thing for her; so Laurel, I would like from you a fandom, a pairing, and a quote or a plotbunny, and I will deliver. I hope. And a Very Happy Belated Birthday--I hope it was fab! :D

3. Speaking of fandom. I've been reading Please Kill Me, an oral history of punk, in bits and pieces, mostly when I'm just too tired to do anything else, but I am loving it. It gives me the lock-jawed squinty expression you get when you've been sucking on lemons--it's just so seamy and addictively sordid--but it reminds me why I was a fan of the music so many years ago, and why I'm really still a fan even though I probably ought to've grown out of it long ago, and it reminds me of crushes I've had, on band people and on people I actually knew. And also, incidentally, that I've wanted to write a Hard Core Logo fic ever since I first saw the movie. I loved it so, and there are so many gaps to fill, and with the pure fascinating gutterwallow of the book swimming round in my head, I feel as though I could actually do something with it.

4. My furniture and other things look better in this house than they have in any other house I've ever lived. I feel that this is the universe's way of telling me that I've made the right decision. From my refrigerator (which, after a bit--well, a lot really--of judicious grinding of the cabinets, fits so snugly in its alcove that it will probably never come out again) to my porch table to my lovely, lively living room, everything looks as though I bought it specially to fit in this house. Which, come to think of it, maybe I did, in a way.

5. But lest the universe allow me to become complacent, I have my first repair on my hands--a lazy drainage system, which, like a surly sixteen-year-old busboy, just sort of casually shuts down when overloaded. My drainage system has, to continue this awkward simile, discovered that pissing in the soup and sneaking out back to smoke a joint is far preferable to whooshing away my laundry water and bath water at the same time. No constant heavy water use! No two watery activities within about six hours of each other!

6. My hands feel like shedding snakes just now, and I am all over bruises, and the past week has been such a constant workout that I lie awake at night just a bit too tired and sore to actually fall asleep. But hey, that's moving, right? Thank god I can go back to being a lazy, internet-addicted slug soon. I miss being a lazy, internet-addicted slug like you would not believe.

7. I am now the proud owner, for the first time in about fifteen years if you don't count the one I owned for three hours before I fell through it and smashed it to pieces, of a television set larger than 13". Thanks, Mom and Dad who will never read this LJ if I have any say in the matter! I feel so entirely, guiltily decadent that it may be a bit before I buy an antenna and get around to watching it.

8. I am getting another dog, I think--my parents are giving me Titus the Impressively Large Greyhound, on account of the armed robbery which took place in my driveway a few days after I signed the papers did I mention that? Well. There's the dog (who'll be coming to stay this weekend as a trial) and the new motion-sensor lights and the locks under the house and the exchange of numbers with the neighbors and the plans to dramatically trim the shrubberies at the back and sides of the house, and I'm being probably more vigilant--definitely more vigilant--here than I ever was when I lived in a city with, like, one of the highest crime rates in America. I am fully cognizant of the ridiculousness of this situation, but then again (executed corpses on erstwhile next blocks notwithstanding), it took moving to a sleepy little city and the best neighborhood I've ever lived in for actual crime to encroach on my actual driveway. So. Pepper spray and new greyhound, anyone?

9. After weeks of packing, moving, unpacking to the beat of the Harry Potter books on audio, I have come to the inescapable and regrettable conclusion that Harry's insides move more than anyone else's, ever. They writhe and squirm and shrink almost constantly. Also, far too many people Fire Up At Once. (Still love the books with an unrepentant passion, however. Have been spending enbarrassing amounts of time thinking about the physics and design of 12 Grimmauld Place, which continues to obsess me and which maybe one day soon I will write an entry as to my conclusions and bore everyone into defriending me.)

10. Honey Nut Cheerios totally rock. No, I mean it.