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Threw my bad fortune off the top of a tall building
We are home. Or we are at least stationary in Somerville, where a cat is making his presence known. My grandfather's yahrzeit is tomorrow, so I am driving to Maine with the rest of my family for the unveiling. After which I will not move for several days.
This is the worst thing that happened to me all trip: I was overcharged two dollars for my hot chocolate at the Starbucks in the St. Louis airport. I have some regrets that we didn't have a full day to wander around the Magic Kingdom, but on the other hand all the rides we really wanted were indoor attractions and that was the only day it rained. I would have liked if Disney hadn't been shockingly more expensive than Universal, I'm sorry, having two more parks doesn't explain it. It would have been nice if I'd managed to program "The Rainbow Connection" into the Rockit. These are immaterial things. I rode ten coasters and ate brilliant food and drank things on fire and walked miles everywhere and slept terribly now that I look back over my posts (this morning at four o'clock: some kind of deep juddering noise in the wall that got through my earplugs on a frequency that really hurt and couldn't be blocked even with pillows over my head, so I didn't sleep until it stopped as inexplicably as it had begun and I still have no idea what it was), but it didn't seem to matter. I read Kim Newman's Professor Moriarty: The Hound of the D'Urbervilles and Mary Renault's North Face and Leo Marks' Between Silk and Cyanide again.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel and I have been west of the Mississippi together.
I may have some more thoughtful reactions as the next few days fall out, but at the moment I think what I am feeling is exhausted happiness.
I am fine with that.
This is the worst thing that happened to me all trip: I was overcharged two dollars for my hot chocolate at the Starbucks in the St. Louis airport. I have some regrets that we didn't have a full day to wander around the Magic Kingdom, but on the other hand all the rides we really wanted were indoor attractions and that was the only day it rained. I would have liked if Disney hadn't been shockingly more expensive than Universal, I'm sorry, having two more parks doesn't explain it. It would have been nice if I'd managed to program "The Rainbow Connection" into the Rockit. These are immaterial things. I rode ten coasters and ate brilliant food and drank things on fire and walked miles everywhere and slept terribly now that I look back over my posts (this morning at four o'clock: some kind of deep juddering noise in the wall that got through my earplugs on a frequency that really hurt and couldn't be blocked even with pillows over my head, so I didn't sleep until it stopped as inexplicably as it had begun and I still have no idea what it was), but it didn't seem to matter. I read Kim Newman's Professor Moriarty: The Hound of the D'Urbervilles and Mary Renault's North Face and Leo Marks' Between Silk and Cyanide again.
derspatchel and I have been west of the Mississippi together.I may have some more thoughtful reactions as the next few days fall out, but at the moment I think what I am feeling is exhausted happiness.
I am fine with that.
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You have some very fine things on there. Monochrome Peter Cushing surrounded by complicated chemical glassware. I suspect I could not have pinned that particular poster to my dorm wall without attracting attention of the most dangerous kind, probably from the medical school, but nonetheless.
OH GOD PETER CUSHING WITH TOY SOLDIERS AND A DOG-EARED COPY OF H.G. WELLS HOW DOES A MAN WITH BONE STRUCTURE THAT FORBIDDING CONSISTENTLY PULL OFF SUCH NEAR-FATAL LEVELS OF CUTE?
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How'd you like the 18th-century ones? He probably looks a bit too mild and/or foppish for Parry, really, but they amused me nonetheless.
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Give him that linen and those severe little spectacles Doctor Blyss wears and he'll do fine!
(What were they from, anyway? I haven't seen him in a lot of roles with brocade.)
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I'm fighting what feels like the same friggin' cold my Mom has--not unexpectedly, since I've been hanging around with her, and had to run errands for her earlier today--but did manage to add about 800 words to "The Salt Wedding". Unfortunately, those do not even begin to make a dent in the current scene, which has Tante Ankolee doing maybe three layers of magic in quick succession.