I make a kind of lousy Smile.
Merry Christmas. Happy New Year's. Happy Birthday to Lina and Alex, too. And probably like, three other people I'm overlooking.
I'm standing at the edge of something great. The trouble is, I'm still standing at the edge. I'm tired of progress being impending and not being able to spring headfirst into everything again. I'm sorting through all sorts of red-tape and when I'm not sorting, I'm hoop-jumping. I want to have a day where I flop over exhausted again. I want to toil and know I'm moving.
I don't know. I'm just getting restless.
Christmas was odd for me as I celebrated alone. I hoofed it down to a cafe and had a slice of pumpkin pie and a cup of eggnog, and that was kind of it for me. It was subdued but really manageable. I don't think I have any real regrets with how I spent it. It rained a lot on Christmas, and I spent the evening running in it.
The snow's just arrived. When I'm stressed, I walk down the Lamplight District and watch the snow pass the old Victorian-era gas-lamps. It's pretty, and soothing. I'm a fan of street-lights because they were the symbol of safety and beauty in my childhood when playing in the dark, or just watching moths swarm them.
They have Street-Light Jungles, too - did you know?
I just saw a photo of one, and it blew my mind - I'd love to have one of those nearby.
I'm not certain about my resolutions. I'm certain about a few, but they're really just Goals that I'm going to give a deadline. I'll list them when I've got them.
I woke up with a ravenous craving for cucumber. I dumped a peeled half of one into a blender with a ginger-ale, pureed it, and strained it. It was just what I needed to start my day, and I had the other half for breakfast after dousing it in vinegar and peppering it.
I don't really know where the Smile thing came about. Hjalmar said I'd make an okay one, despite my short hair, so I kind of gave it a shot.
In the later hours of the day, I'm getting sullen. I might go to Lamplight and pretend I'm not noticing the prominence of Defense of the Ancients 2 and Skyrim amongst my friends.
I'm standing at the edge of something great. The trouble is, I'm still standing at the edge. I'm tired of progress being impending and not being able to spring headfirst into everything again. I'm sorting through all sorts of red-tape and when I'm not sorting, I'm hoop-jumping. I want to have a day where I flop over exhausted again. I want to toil and know I'm moving.
I don't know. I'm just getting restless.
Christmas was odd for me as I celebrated alone. I hoofed it down to a cafe and had a slice of pumpkin pie and a cup of eggnog, and that was kind of it for me. It was subdued but really manageable. I don't think I have any real regrets with how I spent it. It rained a lot on Christmas, and I spent the evening running in it.
The snow's just arrived. When I'm stressed, I walk down the Lamplight District and watch the snow pass the old Victorian-era gas-lamps. It's pretty, and soothing. I'm a fan of street-lights because they were the symbol of safety and beauty in my childhood when playing in the dark, or just watching moths swarm them.
They have Street-Light Jungles, too - did you know?
I just saw a photo of one, and it blew my mind - I'd love to have one of those nearby.
I'm not certain about my resolutions. I'm certain about a few, but they're really just Goals that I'm going to give a deadline. I'll list them when I've got them.
I woke up with a ravenous craving for cucumber. I dumped a peeled half of one into a blender with a ginger-ale, pureed it, and strained it. It was just what I needed to start my day, and I had the other half for breakfast after dousing it in vinegar and peppering it.
I don't really know where the Smile thing came about. Hjalmar said I'd make an okay one, despite my short hair, so I kind of gave it a shot.
In the later hours of the day, I'm getting sullen. I might go to Lamplight and pretend I'm not noticing the prominence of Defense of the Ancients 2 and Skyrim amongst my friends.
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