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This is the print that we bought yesterday from Marvin Hill. We paid a bit more for it, but that's OK, since it wasn't being shipped and he had to pay to be in the festival and such.

As Above, So Below

Also saw and liked:
Dance of the Elements
Plant An Idea
Self As Dwelling
The Noise Becomes Too Much And The Wandering Immortal Leaves Turmoil Behind
(as well as all the other "Garden and City" prints)

You can visit Marvin's main site HERE. It's all definitely worth a look.

I turned down all invitations today and spent the day at home, reading and relaxing and listening to music. I listened to the newest Hooverphonic cd, The Magnificent Tree, and sadly I don't like it as much as I did blue wonder power milk, which was more ethereal and intense. Geike is now trying to sing in a more jazzy-pop style.

My mom kept calling me to try to get me to go out, as did L. No, no, and no. But finally L. asked me if he could come over for a few minutes before meeting some friends, because he was running early and everyone was meeting in my neighborhood, and he didn't want to have to wait on a sidewalk or something. So I said OK, it would only be for fifteen minutes or so, no big deal.

He ended up staying for an hour! I wasn't upset or anything, but I spent that whole time pacing around the kitchen trying to amuse him and it sucked a lot of my energy. I made tea and everything, but I'm practically 100% sure it wasn't very entertaining. I'm not a good short-notice hostess, especially when I'm planning to spend a Quiet Evening At Home. Right after he left, my mom came home, and I ended up reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets to her until she fell asleep.

Walking around the kitchen for an hour really knocked me down, energywise, though. I feel tired and achy now and I'm probably going to sleep soon. A boring day, but I'm not sure that it was as relaxing as I wanted it to be. Also, my mom sprang it on me that I have three days to complete a major project before I leave for my vacation (on top of the things I need to do and/or was planning to do), and I'm annoyed that she didn't warn me earlier. Oh well.

I hurt. I'm going to go read or something.

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Feeling worse today than yesterday - lots of muscle pain, nasty sinuses, headache and so on. One of those "it hurts to type!" days.

Watched What Lies Beneath earlier. I didn't hate it, but I wasn't overly impressed. The mystery needed more depth. Too many dropped hints by the filmmakers, as well.

That's what I've been up to. I was going to dye my hair this evening, but I don't think I feel up to it, so I'll have to put it off until tomorrow. Reading, reading, more reading, and trying to figure out what to do with my most-recently-acquired books, which are sitting in polite topical stacks on my bed, which is not helping anyone at all.

Eating cinnamon altoids - I just finished a big spinach salad with sweet ripe tomato, carrot, cucumber, mushroom, and "oriental orange" vinaigrette dressing. Pondering my packing list, but don't have enough energy to do anything about it.

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My head still hurts.
I'm about to eat potato-corn chowder. This confuses me, as I thought all chowder was either corn or... *shudder*... clam.

It occurs to me that I should work on living up to my nickname. Talking a lot does not make one a verbminx. I have wanted to write lately, but everytime I sit down to do so I find myself in a fog. The other option is churning out loathsome poetics, but I don't think the world really needs more of that. Poor trees dying so angsty teenagers can write about death and vodka.

"Once upon a time, there was a bright bird wandering around a neighborhood where time had stopped. She shuddered to see a hat festooned with peacock plumes."

=/ hmm. nope. not tonight.

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ahh, damn. I don't keep up for two days and I totally miss the chance to buy a permanent account. I suppose I don't really really need one, but still.

The chowder (which was a Weight Watchers Smart Ones frozen thing my mom bought) was bleah. Tasted undercooked. I ate some and then passed it on to its rightful owner.

I feel very low just now. I don't know if it's the headache and general malaise or something deeper. Sometimes it's a blank feeling, but at the moment it's more like the blank has a gravitational force to make me more conscious of and pained by its presence.

I think I am going to head back to my crashing spot, where I have a heating pad I've been using on my neck and shoulder muscles, hoping to chase away the headache, and a few books to read. I'm not tired but last night I fell asleep like falling out of the sky - I wasn't tired and then suddenly hours had passed - so the repetition of this phenomenon would not be a surprise.

Say hello to acedia, who has good taste in retro chairs.