sundries

- After working from 6am - 10am and 9pm - 2am yesterday, I've slept, but I'm tired. Worn down and aching for no good reason.

- Does EVERYONE in New York know the In the Heights kid?

- Last night in my workplace exhaustion I had a thought about male vs. female body language that's intriguing me. More when I test it out, but I'm pretty sure I'm right.

- Fencing. Fencing fencing fencing. This three days a week thing is starting to wear at me. Which is fine, which is sort of the point. But three days a week means that there is never a day when I'm not thinking about it now and that's a lot. Also, despite high ceilings, it is nearly impossible to practice saber in my apartment, which is driving me a little nuts.

- Need to seriously refocus on the lesbian werewolf story.

(no subject)

via genders via rosefox:

http://www.spirit-of-the-age.co.uk/jazz_age_garden_party.htm

Oh, if only ....
I need to win the lottery right now.

Because it didn't totally fill me with longing/break my heart until this:

http://www.spirit-of-the-age.co.uk/garden_party_image_gallery1.htm

I can feel what it would be like to climb up into that, _dammit_.

Britain makes me sad; it seems to have so many more mostly lost worlds than we do.

this should probably be a fic prompt

but right now it's how I feel about my life:

No one ever told me being a superhero would be so boring.