She’s got you high

Song for today: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjsh2j7W6Bo Nancy Sinatra’s Sugar Town. I love the way she walks at 1:30. I watched The Great Race which is from two years before Sugar Town, and still found it hilarious, beautiful, awesome, and hyperbole-deserving. A movie with people fencing in it is always good. Speaking of which, I miss watching The Princess Bride.

Average of 10 a week.

Could be worse, right?

Irish rogue! You’re Welsh, not a Catholic! Don’t pull that one on me...

I don’t like not having any credit. Or battery. It’s depressing. Feels like I’m reluctantly playing hard to get. But then, I thoroughly dislike being continually contactable.

It was a time of confidence.

Not sure what work I should be doing.

It’s weird being home. Have I changed? Everyone thinks I’m utterly ill. It’s nice to have that much concern directed at me, without it being about whether I was okay the night before.

I miss being able to sing.

I miss being able to breath.

I feel like my mouth needs cleansing.

It’s cold. I brought a hat. It’s Alex’s, to be honest. My new coat makes me look like a failed attempt at the 20s. Or the 80s. Some time with big shoulders. It’s like a living thing – leaves hair all over the place. It’s embroidered. I made them take it off the manikin so that I could buy it before I even knew how much it was. I miss money.

Best cake ever this morning. Apple and almond slice. Moist, fluffy, heavy, light, cooked apple slices, almond shards, nom nom nom