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I could love my murderer, but I could never love you
Rabbit, rabbit. It is not currently snowing, which I consider a major improvement on this same time last month. It's even sunny without looking like the sky is about to crystallize and change its mind.
I am behind on all forms of internet and most forms of communication, but I met the deadlines I needed to before the end of the month. I still have other deadlines, of course, but I think I can take a day to breathe in between. As a reward to myself, I did something last night that made me very happy: I sat in my office with a purring cat and read two new books, in this case Caitlín R. Kiernan's Red Delicious (2014) and Cherry Bomb (2015). I'd had them sitting on my desk in a brown paper bag from Porter Square Books since Saturday night. I suspect I am way fonder of Mean Mr. B than he even remotely deserves.
(Neither of those novels explains the only line I can remember from my dreams: trapped between time and a fossil you can't solve. Nonetheless, it feels like either![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greygirlbeast's or ashlyme's fault.)
Tonightderspatchel and I are going to see John Ford's Upstream (1927) at the Coolidge Corner Theatre. I know nothing about it except that it's a formerly lost film with a vaudeville setting—and I like John Ford—so the omens are cautiously hopeful.
This last week was a very long one.
I am behind on all forms of internet and most forms of communication, but I met the deadlines I needed to before the end of the month. I still have other deadlines, of course, but I think I can take a day to breathe in between. As a reward to myself, I did something last night that made me very happy: I sat in my office with a purring cat and read two new books, in this case Caitlín R. Kiernan's Red Delicious (2014) and Cherry Bomb (2015). I'd had them sitting on my desk in a brown paper bag from Porter Square Books since Saturday night. I suspect I am way fonder of Mean Mr. B than he even remotely deserves.
(Neither of those novels explains the only line I can remember from my dreams: trapped between time and a fossil you can't solve. Nonetheless, it feels like either
greygirlbeast's or ashlyme's fault.)Tonight
derspatchel and I are going to see John Ford's Upstream (1927) at the Coolidge Corner Theatre. I know nothing about it except that it's a formerly lost film with a vaudeville setting—and I like John Ford—so the omens are cautiously hopeful.This last week was a very long one.
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Yes! I have been writing my latest movie review with one cat asleep next to the radiator and another cat asleep in the chair behind me and it's really pleasant, but there's something about reading with a cat that is just wonderful.