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Every damn day folks, for as long as I can pull it off and I've got 33 more minutes to do so.

I had a day that began thwarted and moved solidly into lovely. I had a nice lunch, and a hysterical free-ranging conversation with Delight that included how we crush on people, boobs filled with smoke bombs and me flinging bits of my brownie at strangers and the most perfectly dressed person I have ever seen. Not that he was particularly dapper, or in a tuxedo, he was just so perfectly himself in his navy and crimson cardigan and his salmon backpack.

Dinner and then a Rebecca Loebe concert that seemed way too short, though I guess I haven't seen her share the stage with two other acts before.

I've been thinking about family lately, and whether or not there are ways to create them that are neither sexual, biological or geographic, (spatial is almost more the word I want, but it's about cohousing and neighborhoods as well as distance) which segues nicely into trying to find my definition what makes people family, is it something more complicated than less-likely-to-leave-me? (This is above and beyond Light, of course, and excludes the three hundred animals I currently own).

I devoured another trashy novel today, promptly saw that Chile had updated her book blog and was completely intimidated. I don't often think about the things I read in the same way, nor do I read all that much nonfiction, I'm still looking for an endless stream of stories in a way that the real world doesn't satisfy. (I think this is where the part of my brain that enjoys fanfic kicks in. If you have these lovely characters, it seems almost wasteful not to tell all the stories)

I went to the gym this morning, and discovered I'm up to 110 seconds of being able to hold plank position and that I'm still sad when purple washes down the drain. I also had the unfortunately vivid turn of thought, where tattooing nipples on myself was like gilding dog shit, and how actually getting the tattoos would just make me the butt of a terribly unfunny joke, rather than a positive, getting-over-my-mastectomy move.

but! it was a day with more good than bad, a lot of things to think about, I'm curled up on the couch with a snoring doggie, and am about to watch bad hulu shows until I crash, while upstairs an adorable man is sleeping on my side of the bed so it's warm when I go to bed.

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Every damn day folks, for as long as I can pull it off and I've got 33 more minutes to do so.

I had a day that began thwarted and moved solidly into lovely. I had a nice lunch, and a hysterical free-ranging conversation with Delight that included how we crush on people, boobs filled with smoke bombs and me flinging bits of my brownie at strangers and the most perfectly dressed person I have ever seen. Not that he was particularly dapper, or in a tuxedo, he was just so perfectly himself in his navy and crimson cardigan and his salmon backpack.

Dinner and then a Rebecca Loebe concert that seemed way too short, though I guess I haven't seen her share the stage with two other acts before.

I've been thinking about family lately, and whether or not there are ways to create them that are neither sexual, biological or geographic, (spatial is almost more the word I want, but it's about cohousing and neighborhoods as well as distance) which segues nicely into trying to find my definition what makes people family, is it something more complicated than less-likely-to-leave-me? (This is above and beyond Light, of course, and excludes the three hundred animals I currently own).

I devoured another trashy novel today, promptly saw that Chile had updated her book blog and was completely intimidated. I don't often think about the things I read in the same way, nor do I read all that much nonfiction, I'm still looking for an endless stream of stories in a way that the real world doesn't satisfy. (I think this is where the part of my brain that enjoys fanfic kicks in. If you have these lovely characters, it seems almost wasteful not to tell all the stories)

I went to the gym this morning, and discovered I'm up to 110 seconds of being able to hold plank position and that I'm still sad when purple washes down the drain. I also had the unfortunately vivid turn of thought, where tattooing nipples on myself was like gilding dog shit, and how actually getting the tattoos would just make me the butt of a terribly unfunny joke, rather than a positive, getting-over-my-mastectomy move.

but! it was a day with more good than bad, a lot of things to think about, I'm curled up on the couch with a snoring doggie, and am about to watch bad hulu shows until I crash, while upstairs an adorable man is sleeping on my side of the bed so it's warm when I go to bed.