"came to be converted but I was misunderstood"

I turn 33 on Saturday. I might get a birthday kitten. I also need to find someone to tattoo me, pronto, because I need grounding like no one's business.

Work is good, I think, I'm getting compliments and I'm feeling like I'm approaching a decent speed/knowledge base. Tomorrow there's a work-party potluck and I'm making baklava to try to impress them. Light's gaming group is here tonight, and I'm inflicting a test run of baklava on them as soon as it cools.

I've painted my fingernails with cheap glitter nail polish, I'm reading a lovely book, I bought myself a page-a-day calendar of cookie recipes. I'm in a weird headspace though, both fretting about unreturned emails, excited about potential visitors, and yet feeling all hermitty and like I want nothing more to stay on my couch with my husband and my cats.

I had a lovely, lovely woman over last weekend to help me try to figure out what colors I want to paint my house. I'm still feeling a little daunted/thwarted simply by all this blond, blond wood and these white, white walls. Just like everything else, I'm better at finding the best out of a limited set of options. If I'm given the world to choose from, I get all flustered. Mostly, I want to paint everything dusty purple and sage, but I imagine I wouldn't like that as much in reality as I do in my head.

Now, as per usual, more tea.

"came to be converted but I was misunderstood"

I turn 33 on Saturday. I might get a birthday kitten. I also need to find someone to tattoo me, pronto, because I need grounding like no one's business.

Work is good, I think, I'm getting compliments and I'm feeling like I'm approaching a decent speed/knowledge base. Tomorrow there's a work-party potluck and I'm making baklava to try to impress them. Light's gaming group is here tonight, and I'm inflicting a test run of baklava on them as soon as it cools.

I've painted my fingernails with cheap glitter nail polish, I'm reading a lovely book, I bought myself a page-a-day calendar of cookie recipes. I'm in a weird headspace though, both fretting about unreturned emails, excited about potential visitors, and yet feeling all hermitty and like I want nothing more to stay on my couch with my husband and my cats.

I had a lovely, lovely woman over last weekend to help me try to figure out what colors I want to paint my house. I'm still feeling a little daunted/thwarted simply by all this blond, blond wood and these white, white walls. Just like everything else, I'm better at finding the best out of a limited set of options. If I'm given the world to choose from, I get all flustered. Mostly, I want to paint everything dusty purple and sage, but I imagine I wouldn't like that as much in reality as I do in my head.

Now, as per usual, more tea.