it's oh so still shhhh shhhhh

it's so quiet in here. in the study. siena's sleeping. the door's closed because the ac was running all night and it's nice and cool. and now that i've turned the ac off, it's cool and quiet. i really don't understand how siena can sleep with a sheet wrapped around her head. that would freak me out. yeah. claustrophobia and all.

yesterday was such a nice day. swimming in the lake. ahhh. even with the hoards of noisy children, it was nice just to be that cool and... i don't know... swimmy? and i managed to be in my parents' house up there for almost 30 minutes before the mold attacked my allergies. 30 minutes = better than usual.

i feel like i'm in some sort of slash rut. i don't know... at this moment, i'm not as willing as i previously was to read through volumes of fic just hoping for a really good one. and i haven't been keeping up with groups for months. i sort of miss it. maybe it's a good thing that the balance is tipped toward real life (as i hear it's called) right now. seeing as i need to be searching for gainful employment, and i have about a month to find it. but i think i will soon tire of reading the same old, beloved but read-many-times over fics. and then what will happen? i'm sure someone somewhere has done a study of the development, waxing and waning of an obsession such as this one. maybe that could provide some guidance... or at least a hint of what to expect.

oh give me a home where the buffalo roam and the deer and the antelope play

nothing like the ice storm to pick you up at the end of a long day. who's idea was that anyway? oh yeah, mine. bc, ya know, depressing as hell but... lij. tobey. yeah. rach kept trying to insist that the movie is really funny as well as tragic. um, yeah, it has it's witty moments, and there's the whole whipping the rose bush thing, but funny?

much to zarah5's disappointment, i can now legally drive my car. phew. also in productivity news - i bought pants i can wear to the interview, washed a lot of dishes, e-mailed the minister (note how many letters that word has in common with monster) from my present job and got a hair cut. someday i will rant about hair dressers. not now. maybe i have finally decided that only people with curly hair are allowed to cut my hair. the straights just don't seem to get it.

siena is a basket case. i am so not used to this, i don't know what to do. i'm usually the basket case... the one who gets paralyzed by the overwhemlingness of situations. she's the one who breaks a grand idea into little, achievable tasks and completes them, one by one, until she is doing something incredible like living in italy for two years. but suddenly she's back here and needs an apartment and a job and burst into tears on my couch. poor siena. we tried to be helpful, but the girl is in serious shock - cultural, i guess.

in addition to bach, i love and adore benjamin britten. just wanted you all to know. i'm singing about the god loving cat, jeoffry.