So little to do, so much time. Wait, strike that, reverse it.

[mrissa]

Home from Montreal. Tiredy tired tired. I can't tell yet whether I'm coming down with something or whether I'm just exhausted from the trip and have a dry throat from too much overprocessed hotel/airplane air. (Also the vertigo is not behaving itself.) Accordingly, I have just let myself drink the last cup of the cloudberry tisane. It was just the right thing, and the Nana's Peaches principle is in effect here: use the things we enjoy while we still enjoy them, before they've gone stale and wrong. It's like burning plot, only with tisane and peaches.

It was a really good Farthing Party and a really good Montreal trip. I am just completely out of girl.

I am working on the new thing. I opened the file because I was going to do some coherent outlining, but as I have no coherence I am writing dribbles that will connect up later to actual scenes. Finding Mel's voice, giving her somewhere to stand. As long as nobody gives her a lever until I have more energy, all should be well with that.

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[aedifica]

I've been wondering similarly whether I'm coming down with something or just exhausted from too much oontz oontz oontz and have a tiny bit of congestion in my throat. The tiny bit of congestion has stayed tiny, though, and hasn't seemed to be developing into anything. I hope that we are each just a bit tired and will recover from that soon. (Also I wish your vertigo would behave itself in ways that were more pleasing to you.)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I have not been even the least bit sad that my house does not come with a nightclub that goes oontz oontz oontz.

On Monday night there was a limo outside the nightclub, and there were people jostling and shrieking to get in it. I looked down at them and thought two things:

1) "Oh, Rene, why did you have to refresh my mind on the mildly rude way to say shut up in French?"
2) "I cannot relate to this even slightly."

[aedifica]

Last night when Nate came to tuck me in (I generally go to bed much earlier than he does, so he usually tucks me in) I said "and hooray, the bed isn't vibrating!" He gave me a funny look, til I said "Didn't I tell you about the club at the hotel?" and all became clear to him.