Bleuch.

Feeling generally ill, like someone dumped a quart of pool water in my sinuses.

Apparently this is how allergies feel. Ah. Ten sneezes in a row, uncontrollable. Brilliant.

No one's bitch

"I'm not her bitch, I'm not your bitch, I'm not anyone's bitch."

Adam is being less reluctant to be yarked at. He has a new prettytoy: an iPAQ. Preeeettty. I asked for and received permission to drool over it.

I'm on 50 mg benadryl. This has had notable affects on my word length.

V is on the phone with Adam, who is trying to explain why, exactly, he did not call her back immediately when summoned. Sillyboy.

clean up your act

Reorganization being imposed from Above upon my room. I am the willing avatar, glowing at the cursor. Too much Alchemy (damn you; curse you. PopCap Games & Yahoo!) is affecting my eyes, my perceptions, my thoughts. The lemonwood wand is almost ready; it wants a lemon, perhaps a citrine crystal for tip? Green, malachite for base. Runic engravings? No, a spiral of silversolder, burnt in deep to the wood. Invoking, not banishing. I can feel it with my tired drugged mind.

fwd: Humor: Recipe For Hasty Pudding

By Emo Philips

1. Preheat oven to 800 degrees.

2. Pour 1 and 5/4th cups of milk into a large pot.

3. Mix.

4. Drive to store for cornmeal.

( it gets better... )

Time for it...

Cleaning my room. Finally. Uncovering odd scraps of paper. Prepare to see the results of a few of them posted, in the way of cleaning up....

Ectogenesis links, old...

http://www.stanford.edu/dept/HPS/ectogenesis
http://www.peds.umn.edu/divisions/neonatology/spnicu/guide.html
http://www.fairviewchildrens.org/outcomes/nicu-intro.htm
http://www.futureofchildren.org/LBW/10LBWHOR.htm

Don't ask me to explain my obsession with ectogenesis unless you've got an hour or two to sit down with me. Don't ask me and expect an answer unless you're someone I consider at least potentially a friend. It's not a short, easy answer. Ask rosalynde's tertiary lover. Ask Rose herself.

A new way of birth. The backstory of the Vorkosoverse uterine replicator. ...My secret terror.

Full Circle (Earth afghan)

Took the dried remains of the flower I picked that day, the day we worked on the Business project at Votania's house; the day I collected the scar that can hardly even be seen any more on my left middle finger (Jack-in-the-Box had a broken chair, and I gashed my finger open badly...) ...The afghan is still not finished, not even a year later (so busy!) but tonight, I cast the dried crumbled bits of the flower out into the garden and further out, onto the rock lawn...

....out into the world: the twin flames (triplet? Quadruplet?) burn as one.

We will be brought together.