i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
2:57 PM: everybody hurts
ugh. i'm sick, with a fiery throat and nose. all i want to do is sleep, or snuggle into a warm bed, eat french onion soup & grilled cheeses, and read the charles vess illustrated peter pan michaelmas got for me while he was in minneapolis (thanks, michael! he also got me a signed copy of gaiman's "creatures of the night.") but gerrie's coming to visit for a few days starting tomorrow, and i welcome all csusm refugees with open, if germy, arms.
i started to feel woozy at the end of last night. i took michaelmas to rose's to celebrate his 43 birthday and then to ben & jerry's for ice cream. i don't usually do chocolate, but i had a small "chocolate therapy" which turned out to be way too rich for me. we finished by watching the third-season buffy episode where faith tells giles buffy killed the deputy mayor, dusts mr. trick, and then offers her services to the mayor. yeeee! i've now watched all buffy except third season, so i knew faith went bad, but i like seeing how it happens. (meanwhile, at powell butte, we're watching season seven which is new for sven: we just finished the episode where principal wood reveals his mother was a slayer and the first tells him spike was the vampire who killed her.)
i took trixie to the dealer today for her 52,500 mile service only to find her tires were down to the core. so i replaced them, but that was $400 i wasn't expecting this month.