lykomancer | Hey, it's a new month.

It's five am; I am simultaneously role-playing kinky smut with

absolut_artemis, reading Henry David Thoreau, and playing with my ferret. Now there's some multi-tasking.

It occurs to me that I should write something for

hyakudai. I've been soooo slacking on writing anything for the community, and I still have all those drabbles to work on (that I haven't forgotten about, I promise!), and I have my own projects I want to start... I'm torn between writing more, just pounding the keyboard until I am foamy with sweat like an exhausted horse, and taking a hiatus to read and chill and let things stir around in my mind. Toss in some new ingredients and let things dissolve and coagulate. ^_^

I wish LJ allowed you more icon space than fifty slots. Stingy bastards. I have pretties and I want to use them.

Wendy and I should never be allowed to go yard-saling together. We end up with bags and bags and bags of stuff. Ok, granted, a good lot of it is useful and/or stuff we need, but still...

Rereading "Life Without Priciple" makes me feel so much better about being unemployed. I knew I loved Thoreau for a reason, but it's been so long since I read his stuff I had forgotten all but some snips of "Civil Disobedience" and Walden.
If I should sell both my forenoons and afternoons to society, as most appear to do, I am sure that for me there would be nothing left worth living for. I trust that I shall never thus sell my birthright for a mess of pottage. I wish to suggest that a man may be very industrious, and yet not spend his time well. There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living. All great enterprises are self-supporting. The poet, for instance, must sustain his body by his poetry, as a steam planing-mill feeds its boilers with the shavings it makes. You must get your living by loving.
Amen.

I got my financial aid award letter for this upcoming school year yesterday. My, my, that was a loverly number-- quite large. Five digits, in fact. I can't wait for September to get my hands on half of it, and then I can stop worrying about shit because I will, once more, have the power to make sure that my household runs smoothly, bills paid on time and cupboards stocked, instead of relying on my roommates. When I yelled at Tom the other day, one of the things I mentioned was that, while it wasn't right or fair of me to tell him or Wendy what to do with their paychecks, at least when I had money I made sure that the rent was paid and that we had groceries in the house; now, I noted, I'd been out of cash for about a month and three/quarters, and the we were behind on rent and no food had been bought since the end of May!
And my therapist wondered why I had control issues... I have them because no one else does! If I don't take charge, I swear t'God, it all goes to hell! *flails*

Soooo sleepy... *yawn* I should go to bed... My pillows, they call me in sweet, seductive song...