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Ever notice how it's the days where you don't end up leaving the house or even doing very much that's productive that end up being exhausting? *sigh*

well, I did do one productive thing - with a little help from sydneycat, I've nailed down something for the boy for the red holiday since my original idea was not panning out.... did I ever post about my theory about how Hallmark holidays all have colors? red for VD day, pastels for easter, pink for mother's day, blue for father's day, red white and blue for 4th of july, orange and black for halloween, fall colors for thanksgiving, red green and gold for hexmas, blue and silver for hannukah, all kinds of crazy glitter for new years... anyway I digress.

I donno - today was off, been fluctuating between fair to middling to ick all day. I had some errands I was going to run today, but between stressing and some ... processing that needed to happen, I never did manage to leave. Lately my sundays have been just like this. myeh. Though I have been having fun with gently teasing sundart about her date tomorrow. So weird and fun being about to pile on our bed and kvetch about the boys. It feels like high school, only more fun somehow.

Anyway, I'm kinda fractious and tired now... think the remainder of my evening will be spent sucking down water, watching depressingly bad television, getting the fro in some semblance of order and trying not to think about how much I need Coke right now. I also want to go to that site I found a few weeks ago with the free sheet music pdfs... I really have no excuse for not brushing up my mozart and chopin now. :) And hopefully I'll get to read Preacher tonight - sunny seems to be having a ton of fun with it.

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It's been a damned long time since I've polished anything. Actually, I don't think I've done it since we lived on South Street... but gods I'd forgotten how much I love taking something dull, dirty, tarnished and lifeless and turning it into something bright and beautiful after hours of patiently sitting with the item in question, a bottle of Noxon or Brasso, and an old T-shirt cut into rags. I sit and I scrub, turning the cloth and to some degree my fingers utterly black with tarnish and watch, fascinated, as what were dull brown lumps of metal miraculously turn back into brass candlesticks, shined to a luxuriously glossy pinky yellow that reflects my wondering face back at me. It reminds me of when I was a kid and how I took down this ancient tea service from one of the mantels in my house and spent hours turning it from dull dark grey to mirrorball bright and then Mom and I had a tea party with it. God. That set had to have been my great great great grandmother's, and it's probably due for another polishing by now.

In other news, Preacher rocks. Thanks to anzovin (for lending it to sundart) and morlock (for not being able to shut up about it), I think I can safely say that I have another graphic novel series to start collecting. Cause despite the fact that I'm behind on both Strangers In Paradise and Rurouni Kenshin, I was kinda feeling the lack after Transmetropolitan wrapped up, so this is good. Well drawn, funny as hell in a way that sorta reminds me of Transmet, and god-DAMN but I'm going to be snickering about space niggers for probably the rest of the week. On that note I need to go listen to Morcheeba's "Big Calm" on repeat just so I can hear the bit about niggers from another planet again.

Still some stuff to do before I sleep. But I kinda feel better now, so that's not nearly as onerous a prospect as it could be...