mark_asphodel | On This Sunday Evening... (Reply)

My, the sunporch upstairs is nice. Why don't I write here more often? Oh, yes, because there's no artificial lightning and this recliner is broken.

It has been a busy and productive weekend-- in the friend-visiting, economy-stimulating, social-work sense of "productive." I affirmed my visceral hatred for Sterling Heights and its environs and I intend to withdraw from respectable society for the rest of the evening.

Also, I bought four different scents of bath salt today (rose, lilac, lavender, and "stress relief") and one of 'em is getting used tonight.

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Feeling very distracted in terms of writing-- actually sitting down and finishing anything I really want to finish is a challenge at present. I got a lot deeper into "Palindrome," I've been kicking around Chapter 14 of "Starchild," and I've been toying with a dive into the backstabbery of FE3/12, but something's disconnected right now. It may be the heat.

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I am feeling resentful about my upcoming business trip to Las Vegas, not least because the place where I have to stay charges fifteen bucks a night for 'Net usage. Yes, I realize they want to give me no incentive whatsoever to stay in my room and not drink/gamble/hit the shows, but it still pisses me off. I'm not there because I want to be. I'm there because someone is making me go to a conference. The least I should be allowed is to write kink meme fills on my off-hours.

Also, Vegas in June? Too. Damned. Hot.

I wish the conference was in, like, Anchorage. Or Reykjavik. Or Australia... it's almost winter there now.

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I went to a cooking class at Sur la Table yesterday. Made prosciutto-wrapped scallops, Thai beef skewers, awesome chutney-topped crostini, and chocolate-chunk bread pudding bites. That was great, great fun, but I won't do it again unless invited by my Oakland County friends because it's clear across "town" at the ~~Somersault~~ Somerset Collection. On the plus side, I got to keep the recipe book.