Secretly falling apart unseen*

Last night, 'round 1:30 am until past 2:30 am, the guy downstairs decided to practice his fucking guitar. ( Cut for bitching. )

So the apathy's turned into unexplained misery and crying. ( Cut for woe. )

Watched Lost's 4x01 just now. Of all the characters, Hurley is the one that most easily and surprisingly presses my woe-buttons. The most simplest little woes that with anyone else would get nothing from me, translated into Hurley-speak just break my heart. Damn you, Hurley. Also, they're never picking up the polar bear thing, are they?

Things I ought to have done need to do: ( Read more... )

Things I want to do: ( Read more... )

I think I'll go throw myself into a ditch. Kthnxbai.


ETA: Three things:

a) This morning the government folks came in again to see who lived here. I told them they'd already come. Their response? "Yeah, but this time we're making a report." *seethe* At 9:30 am, people who work aren't home, and people who are home aren't awake.

b) It's probably too late in the day to do anything at all, unless I say fuck it to stuff I need to do - again - and walk outside. I'll be damned if I'm going to the HiFi club in Leiden for tonight's party. If I won't go to a bar alone, I sure as hell won't go to a club alone.

c) Hit me up for LJ banners. I'm in the mood for a change.


Links of the Day:
Nine Hundred Grandmothers by R. A. Lafferty
thenicestthings - People post the particularly nice things others have told them.
Doctor Who in Five Minutes


* "Strange and Beautiful", Aqualung

Walk a tight rope on a razor's edge.*

Nothing like watching New York get the shit beat out of it to put a spring in your step. :D I went out for a walkabout and ended up watching Cloverfield - despite being incredibly spoilered for it. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It certainly gets you involved, but it's definately not a horror or scary movie (as some wimps were claiming it was, just to not watch it). I only jumped one, due to an "omgwtf in your face!" moment. T'was good.

Thankfully, I now no longer feel like crying at the drop of a hat. Wait, no, strike that. I could cry at the drop of a hat, but metaphorically speaking, I'm no longer checking out the hat-wearing folk and the wind's dropped.

Speaking of wind: zomg! I can't give you numbers for Den Haag, but here's Amsterdam, which I'm sure is on the same page as us:

Partly cloudy
4°C (Feels Like: -2)
Wind: W 46km/h
Wind gusts: 67km/h
Walking against the wind is virtually impossible, and walking with the wind turns into "running whilst being pushed by the wind". Eep! We will coloqually refer to this as the "Pancake-landscape effect" (aka. "Oh gods, please don't let my windows break!")

And now I'm happying sipping on time thyme with honey. Delish. It's to complement my supper of stale popcorn and the wonderful crack that are Maltesers.

Last night I googled around a bit for covers for a few fanmixes-but-not (actually, just mixes) that I've got running through my head. Finding a decent picture of a surging river's edge with a piece of driftwood is prooving particularly hard. As is one of a big, pink fluffy jacket. *sigh*


Links of the Day:
Sendhil Ramamurty's Best Commentary Moments
Transcription of a Commentary: SRamamurty, ZQuitno, and Someone I Can't Recall
New mammal, whoot whoot!
My own place-holder links: Dutch, Nuffic, Music prompts


* Ain't No Reason by Brett Dennen. Bloody gorgeous.