the tale of despereaux

which was beautiful and sweet and gentle, and has made me feel thick and slow with sadness, in an abstract, metaphorical, dead sort of way. ... i know what i am talking about, anyhow.

it made my heart beat faster and made me smile in my heart.

i'm attempting to clean my room right now - sorting clothes into piles on my bed. i have a 'keep pile' that is huge, and a 'throw pile' that is small. this is a thankless and boring task. hence the 'stopping and reading a short book' halfway through. i am considering goma-ing today, as a further procrastination method. honestly, i think i would rather do anything than clean my godforsaken room. i am repulsive.

prompted by knitty, i have joined the cult of "no - poo" and now use bi-carb and vinegar to wash my hair, with lovely, clean results. not to mention curly as fuck!


i got on the WoW bandwagon last night at lachlans house, and - sadly but not surprisingly - am appauling at computer games, and tend to get bored after a few hours. see, with a normal computer game, a few hours is ok. WoW needs an investment of time i am just not willing to give. knitting = good. it's a good investment of time. i get a shawl out of it. or gloves. or a jumper. et al. only WoW serves up a higher level character. much less satisfying.

my exciting cat-knitting book has been shipped. it's on a floaty-boaty-over-the-mountain from japan as we speak.
(floaty-boaty-over-the-mountain is an oblique reference to when, half asleep, i once referred to the riverside express way as the floaty-boaty-over-the-mountain. now, i tend to use it as a general adjective for most things.)

i need food. dinner is from the forest tonight, as it is SnB night! whoooot.