I really like these. As per usual for things I like, they're incredibly bloody expensive. Oh well, maybe one of these days I'll luck into one like I did the Enfield.

#sighs#

If I may quote the Pogues, it's just another bloody rainy day. Feh.

My only real motivation at the moment is checking the mail to see if the letter the Owlvark and I are waiting for is there. I check the mailbox when I get up, and if it's not there, I immediately feel like going back to bed to sleep and wait for the next day. Thus,I post mostly links and quotes at the moment, because my brain has very little interesting content.

I've started to wonder if I'm entirely sane at the moment.

I'm sorry I'm whining. I will work harder.

"This city will always bug you, baby
I know for me it does the same
It's pretty, I suppose, from inside a plane
That's heading for another place
So wave and blow me one more kiss
'Cause you're a dead-eye, baby, you simply never miss
There's not much else as sweet as this
I waved so hard I broke my wrist
But don't act broken
Even when you're broken
It's just one of those things..."

- Hawksley Workman, "Don't Be Crushed"

It starts getting dark here at 3:30 in the afternoon. I have to turn the lights on at four. I'm going to have to dig up a workbench lamp and a reptile basking bulb soon, or I have a feeling that my seasonal affective is going to be legendary this year.

Today has been one of those kick-to-the-nutsack-of-my-soul days(Thanks, Ms. Americanized!) but oh well, it's just about over, and tomorrow promises to be pretty cool.

What the hell is up with the weather here? It's *freezing!* It's nearly June and it hasn't gotten above 50 in about a week and a half.

I never know what to say here. I hate it when we have to be apart. I wear his shirts, snuggle my stuffed goat, get sniffly a lot, and sit up until stupid hours of the night to avoid having to go to bed by myself for as long as I can. I don't sleep much without him anyway.

The problem is, although I hate being apart from him, I know we have it far better than many other people. So I feel like I can't blog about how badly I feel without worrying that I'm whining about what is essentially a small problem in the great scheme of things. It's only five more weeks until I see him again.

It still sucks, though.

I seem to have gotten myself addicted to caffeine again. Since the weather's been getting colder I've been hitting the tea fairly hard, and I've been drinking more of the caffeinated than not. Which is fine, except that I woke up late this morning with a familiar thumping why-haven't-you-had-any-tea-yet headache. It's probably a good thing that I don't do hard drugs.