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Un-Misha is un-here
May. 16th, 2005 09:17 pmI was... unhungry today. A maple bar at our morning meeting took the place of my breakfast, and two handfuls of dried apricots finished off the lunch hour I'd spent on the phone with Mom.
And yet, when I finally looked up from virus-cleaning to see the clock read half-past five, I wasn't hungry. Or motivated to move.
A fanfic later, I finally decided to emerge, and rather than my usual quick stride, sort of sauntered down to my favorite pizza place. I did not want to go home, to face cooking for myself, especially when nothing I could fix proved appealing. Neither did grocery shopping appeal, and I let it percolate in my brain as I drifted through the bookstore. To be sure, I could have gone around the building, but why avoid Barnes&Noble when it presents itself so handily. I managed neither to buy anything nor to finish off a halfway interesting book.
Dinner, per usual at that lovely establishment, was delightful.
It was raining when I left - a soft patter of water from the sky, simple miracle with the scent of damp earth. I left off the saunter and simply strolled to the bus stop, wondering if Jedi had as much trouble keeping their hoods from blowing off their heads in a wind.
I want to lie down in a warm rain and watch the sky behind closed eyelids. I want to listen to the rapid thunder of raindrops filling puddles around me.
Instead I think I'll go clip the saberclaws off Laurier before he entirely shreds my carpet.
And yet, when I finally looked up from virus-cleaning to see the clock read half-past five, I wasn't hungry. Or motivated to move.
A fanfic later, I finally decided to emerge, and rather than my usual quick stride, sort of sauntered down to my favorite pizza place. I did not want to go home, to face cooking for myself, especially when nothing I could fix proved appealing. Neither did grocery shopping appeal, and I let it percolate in my brain as I drifted through the bookstore. To be sure, I could have gone around the building, but why avoid Barnes&Noble when it presents itself so handily. I managed neither to buy anything nor to finish off a halfway interesting book.
Dinner, per usual at that lovely establishment, was delightful.
It was raining when I left - a soft patter of water from the sky, simple miracle with the scent of damp earth. I left off the saunter and simply strolled to the bus stop, wondering if Jedi had as much trouble keeping their hoods from blowing off their heads in a wind.
I want to lie down in a warm rain and watch the sky behind closed eyelids. I want to listen to the rapid thunder of raindrops filling puddles around me.
Instead I think I'll go clip the saberclaws off Laurier before he entirely shreds my carpet.
