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rai_ryuFirst I must state that I really should be sleeping.
I've been in a strange mood lately, in addition to not feeling well.
I am not reading a very good book at the moment.
No costuming today. I have a hard time remembering what exactly it is that I DID do today. Tomorrow I'm going to get back to carving, because for some reason I am dreading the pants.
Spent a lot of time tonight going through my grandad's house. He has a lot of stuff, every time we look we find something new. I think my dad is feeling very overwhelmed by it.
We went through the bookshelves in the basement (50% reader's digest condensed), and found a multitude of old bibles. One had a scribbled note about which passages predicted the current world war. Two had photographs in them - one a picture of a military man, and the other an unmarked picture of an old man. The other had a lace cross bookmark. And one was from 1895.
I got some nice editions of some classic works. The Iliad (which I have a copy of but which is not nearly as nice), The Scarlet Letter (which I have read but needed to own), the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe, the collected Sherlock Holmes, and some others that I cannot recall at the moment. I believe I picked up a copy of Huck Finn that has not been censcored (although to be fair, anything up until now hasn't been).
My ribs feel bruised, which I can thank the binder for, but it is far better than the alternative of showing up at the university without a flat chest.
Technically speaking, I've left the house two days in a row, but I am still in a bad mood.
My sister, and later my aunt (with possible cousins) will be coming over this weekend. I feel my patience will be stretched.
Wednesday I will go back to my old college to have dinner. I worry about whether or not I will worry. I don't want to see my old teachers and classmates, and yet somehow I've made myself (and family) a reservation that I cannot back out of.
Only time will tell!
Costuming tomorrow, and perhaps writing. I very much want to write, but when I sit down to do it I feel there is something I am missing that really should be there, and it just drags down my ability to continue on in the story.
I've been thinking of another of my planned stories lately. Wondering if I should let myself delve into that before working more on the current one.
I've been in a strange mood lately, in addition to not feeling well.
I am not reading a very good book at the moment.
No costuming today. I have a hard time remembering what exactly it is that I DID do today. Tomorrow I'm going to get back to carving, because for some reason I am dreading the pants.
Spent a lot of time tonight going through my grandad's house. He has a lot of stuff, every time we look we find something new. I think my dad is feeling very overwhelmed by it.
We went through the bookshelves in the basement (50% reader's digest condensed), and found a multitude of old bibles. One had a scribbled note about which passages predicted the current world war. Two had photographs in them - one a picture of a military man, and the other an unmarked picture of an old man. The other had a lace cross bookmark. And one was from 1895.
I got some nice editions of some classic works. The Iliad (which I have a copy of but which is not nearly as nice), The Scarlet Letter (which I have read but needed to own), the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe, the collected Sherlock Holmes, and some others that I cannot recall at the moment. I believe I picked up a copy of Huck Finn that has not been censcored (although to be fair, anything up until now hasn't been).
My ribs feel bruised, which I can thank the binder for, but it is far better than the alternative of showing up at the university without a flat chest.
Technically speaking, I've left the house two days in a row, but I am still in a bad mood.
My sister, and later my aunt (with possible cousins) will be coming over this weekend. I feel my patience will be stretched.
Wednesday I will go back to my old college to have dinner. I worry about whether or not I will worry. I don't want to see my old teachers and classmates, and yet somehow I've made myself (and family) a reservation that I cannot back out of.
Only time will tell!
Costuming tomorrow, and perhaps writing. I very much want to write, but when I sit down to do it I feel there is something I am missing that really should be there, and it just drags down my ability to continue on in the story.
I've been thinking of another of my planned stories lately. Wondering if I should let myself delve into that before working more on the current one.
