ooog.

yesterday I:

• read a good chunk of Waking the Moon
  
• the usual insane amount of birkwelchy email
  
• listened to the mix CDs sundart was making
  
• Took a long yummy shower
  
• got one of those patently yummy Mom Z. hugs
  
• waited with somewhat baited breath as sundart and her mom took a walk and discussed what's been going on.
  
• cornroed my hair into ten even little lines
  
• walked to Fitzwilly's and got to enjoy the ten or so moments just before another thunderstorm cracked itself like an egg over the Valley
  
• Stuffed myself full of good food, as did Mom Z and sundart. Thank goodness for $50 gift certificates!
  
• walked home in the rain
  
• did some more email
  
• stayed up obscenely late (and thus got 2 hours of sleep) braiding long strands of burgundy yarn into my hair. Ah, kemptness. During the process watched a cubic fuckload of mindless TV.

I feel like time is slipping away like water. I blink, and another work week disappears. I blink a little quicker and there goes the weekend. Brakes! Brakes!

*sigh*

On second thought . . .

Okay, maybe this whole hair thing wasn't nearly as dumb an idea as all that . . .