stuff an tings

big up spinning girl for directing me to some groovy touching. and for reminding me that sometimes you can just say what's circling in your mind like a flock of corbeaux without being pressed to string words together like decorative beads.
i'm sitting @ home wishing i didn't have to make an excursion to bathe. i've dreamt of tile for days now and still see none in my sad bathroom. i am prepared to kill, grind them up and dispose of their remains via the new pipes they're supposed to have installed.
i finally took this opportunity to reclaim the half-bath (realtor-speak for 2nd toilet) and was then embarassed about not cleaning it before people came over last sunday, because i'd assumed they'd all use the regular one upstairs (that's why it's being redone this week instead) but they apparently all thought we were having the bathroom done and the regular one was out of commission. so they all went downstairs.
i'd like to be on the same work schedule as grims sometimes.
i feel very radio station accomplished right now, but haven't learned my lines for my shakespeare gig yet. and we're apparently doing something for charles+camilla in november, so i need to get on it.
i don't think i should have to give up grass.
i did 3 things in primary school that i'm still ashamed of, and they, plus nku, are my only regrets.
i don't have regrets anymore because now i always know why i do something, even if i know nobody else will like it. and also because i'm not afraid to lock off people when i decide they aren't worth my time, even if it hurts their feelings.
there's more, but i must get our shower-shit together so i can take it and myself out to the car as soon as grims pulls up so we can go bathe without keeping people waiting up for us too late. just because we're being inconvenienced doesn't mean i want to inconvience friends trying to help us out.
walk good.