rm | sundries

- Little kitty and I both feel like crap. She's puking quite a bit, but has stopped and now seems tired. She's always been a puker though, and I'm not too worried about it. I, on the other hand, have no idea what's wrong with me. POssibly gluten. When I feel sick and ravenous, that's usually the problem. I think I need to eat entirely homecooked food for a few days.

- For tomorrow, however, I have gluten-free hotdogs and brownies. I even found gluten-free teriyaki flavoured (made with wheat-free soy sauce) beed jerky to bring as a snack down to the water for the fireworks. This is gladening. Most of the day I'll spend on the house. All of this assumed my intestinal recovery, of course.

- I continue to read an epic Snape/Hermione, that has a lot of cliches that should annoy me (and often do), but is good anyway. It's not one of those stories I'm having a meaningful moment with, but it's definitely the right story at the right time.

- The closer Patty gets to coming home, the stupider the fucking post office seems to get. I could expand on that, but really, why bother. Actually, a detail: aside from my postal clerk inquiring as to the reality of Cyprus, and a crazy woman rushign in and shrieking for security for no reason ever discerned, the idiot on line in front of me had wrapped birthday presents in no appropriate mailing container that he was trying to mail directly as they were -- bright blue paper and ribbons and bows.

- I should be back in teh writing groove by Thursday. I feel it percolating, and the next scene has to be right; I owe the characters, big time. Has to be. First draft aside.