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Sarah is coming to town for a flying visit, and I am so excited about seeing her. I often wish we were in the same city again. It's been so long now. I need my sarcastic coffee shop and Tom Hiddleston movies and burritos and gin & tonics. Sarah and I are members of the Dead Dads Club. We get it.
My mood has been super up and down lately. I'd like that to just even off.
Summer might actually be winding down. The weather this weekend is painfully lovely.
My chromebook arrived, and I like it quite a lot. For someone who writes almost exclusively in Google docs, it is perfect. The super fast SSD and the exceptional battery life make it even better, so I'm not limited to finding a seat near an outlet. It feels a little frivolous but fuck it. I'm an adult, I pay my taxes, I can have something nice. I snagged a case for it, because lots of reviews recommended a plastic shell to make it feel slightly more solid due to the very lightweight construction. The bonus of that is that I feel less bad about plastering the top with stickers. I even found stickers for Tessier-Ashpool, Sense/Net, Black Sun and the Jaeger Academy. I mean, we are living in the future. I might as well go all the way.
The only negative for me is how much I hate laptop track pads, so I ordered another Logitech trackball. I don't have to use it if there's no space, but it will be good to have the option. I'm so so used to the track ball sometimes I'm thrown by regular mice. (I will maintain playing audiosurf with a trackball is both easier and a much more difficult skill to master)
Writing goes well. I've hit a nice breakthrough on where to go with this current story. I'm very lucky that I have a friend who will listen to me talk endlessly about these characters. Also vacation porn. Who doesn't love vacation porn.
I'm bleaching my hair this morning, so I can dye it blue. Friends of mine are getting married next weekend, and having brilliant hair seems a good way to celebrate. I enjoy weddings and this one promises to be extra delightful. Because everyone's older, there's less of that weird family/culture pressure. It's what *they* want and no one else. Plus the reception party is at the goth club for a Depeche Mode tribute night. I mean, pretty perfect as far as I'm concerned.
Started listening to Nero this week, and I love it. I get all my good leads on music from Twitter these days.
Seriously considering spending the very last of my inheritance on a trip to the UK.
My mood has been super up and down lately. I'd like that to just even off.
Summer might actually be winding down. The weather this weekend is painfully lovely.
My chromebook arrived, and I like it quite a lot. For someone who writes almost exclusively in Google docs, it is perfect. The super fast SSD and the exceptional battery life make it even better, so I'm not limited to finding a seat near an outlet. It feels a little frivolous but fuck it. I'm an adult, I pay my taxes, I can have something nice. I snagged a case for it, because lots of reviews recommended a plastic shell to make it feel slightly more solid due to the very lightweight construction. The bonus of that is that I feel less bad about plastering the top with stickers. I even found stickers for Tessier-Ashpool, Sense/Net, Black Sun and the Jaeger Academy. I mean, we are living in the future. I might as well go all the way.
The only negative for me is how much I hate laptop track pads, so I ordered another Logitech trackball. I don't have to use it if there's no space, but it will be good to have the option. I'm so so used to the track ball sometimes I'm thrown by regular mice. (I will maintain playing audiosurf with a trackball is both easier and a much more difficult skill to master)
Writing goes well. I've hit a nice breakthrough on where to go with this current story. I'm very lucky that I have a friend who will listen to me talk endlessly about these characters. Also vacation porn. Who doesn't love vacation porn.
I'm bleaching my hair this morning, so I can dye it blue. Friends of mine are getting married next weekend, and having brilliant hair seems a good way to celebrate. I enjoy weddings and this one promises to be extra delightful. Because everyone's older, there's less of that weird family/culture pressure. It's what *they* want and no one else. Plus the reception party is at the goth club for a Depeche Mode tribute night. I mean, pretty perfect as far as I'm concerned.
Started listening to Nero this week, and I love it. I get all my good leads on music from Twitter these days.
Seriously considering spending the very last of my inheritance on a trip to the UK.