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my desire to chew on ice doesn't really diminish with the onset of winter climes, but doing it makes me damn chilly. brrr.

i have too much to do. i'm a little ball of stress. blah. i thought my thoroughly productive day yesterday would lead to me feeling good today. but i just feel tired.

i'm crazy. i should be jumping around. i'm seeing CoS tonight!!! and getting together with fun folks for dvd viewing tomorrow. maybe if i didn't feel so tired, i'd be jumping up and down.

um, dom? yeah, dom.

oh no. this has been a waste of a day so far, i must say. with some exceptions. meh.

exceptions such as seeing the three cuties on the view. i won't bother addressing the annoyingness of those women. instead - the cuteness! um, daniel walks like a geek! bent forward, head first. so endearing. as is his general bashfulness. aw. i want to pet his head and give him cookies. and then there's our little emma. poor dear is clearly maturing faster than her counterparts. and she was completely calm, unlike danny boy. and rupert. my lil rupert. made up a rap about harry potter. heehee. oh goodness. that boy couldn't get much cuter. yes. spent a good deal of time on the phone with both monkey and camillafarfalla squeeing about all this.

no, really, i'm not sure exactly when it was that i reverted to the age of 13, why do you ask?

so, there is much to be done. i need to venture out and accomplish three things in as little time as possible - pick up my tickets for tonight (to avoid some crazy lines), get a copy of some music from my dear allan (this means entering the college for the arts building ::shudder::) and delivering to judy some stuff she'll need in the next few days. none of these things is near the other. figures.

and starbuckle - we expect to hear the full squeeful report when you return!

lalalala

ok, usually i am not so tOOby as to post such things as 'omg i <3 this song, it is SO perfect for whoosie and whatsit.' however, that's exactly what i'm about to do. mercifully, this here is a very short poem by catullus. upon reading it, i could not help but drift to thoughts of h/d-ness...

i hate and i love.
perhaps you will ask
how that can be possible.
i do not know;
but that is what i feel
and it torments me.

right, going now.