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meranthi and autumnesquirrel will be mightily amused by this one:

I got my BPAL order today.

One of my freebies?

"Two, Five, and Seven."

Nebbermind!

Spent most the day in a state of vague mopiness, largely associated with entertaining bits of existential reality contemplation and aggravated by not being able to usefully talk about it with relevant party.

Remembered I had leftovers from yesterday for lunch, which was good, as I was having a major case of, 'Waugh, need food, can't figure out what to make, no ability to focus.'

The bonus imp of Kali? Goes to flowers on me within five minutes. A quick check of the ingredients reveals ... musk rose. Genus Rosa, you are my olfactory bane. ::shakes a fist::

Poking at miscellaneous stuff. Went outside (too warm, alas) and cleaned up some of the yard a little, and wound up having a long conversation with the friendly Ukrainian neighbor, who gave me a tour of her garden (with a little sidebar of hunt-the-noun, as we sort of only share about 70% of a common language).

Extracted buckets from teinedreugan's car, though mostly he did the extraction and I wandered around declaiming about grapevines (in the event that they survived the winter; uncertain).

Got the edit back for my article. All good, even if there are a stunning number of little red marks on it. This is why the world has editors.

Went to TI. Assisted arawen with woodworking, mostly by folding paper towels for him to clean up stain with. Noted that the crazed anti-BDSM blogger types I've seen evidence of lately clearly think that I have a far, far more interesting life than I do; arawen suggested writing up the assistance with woodworking in evocatively porny language and posting it to the blog, which is amusing, but which I will probably not do.

Had food. Retreated to have more interesting life. Was mightily amused, or, as arawen put it, "What, that we have hot, sweaty sex and then discuss metaphysics as afterplay?" Also woodworking. Metaphysics and woodworking.

Bwaugh. Just, yeah.

Got home, had teinedreugan explain the complicated Warcraft combat to me. Also discussed changing the sheets on the bed back to the satin ones, as it has hit over eighty (ugh) and thus it is silly to have flannel ones.

[Public] da Vinci [keeps] says, "Tesla doesn't know about my new house."
[Public] Whitney says, "That's because Tesla's hiding from us."
[Public] Queer for the Diphthongs Tesla [oneironaut] says, "I hate and fear you."
[...]
[Public] Whitney says, "It's the liberal pinkoness, isn't it?"
[Public] Whitney checks her notes. "It can't be the pervertness. Perhaps the hippieness. But I packed my lava lamps."
[Public] Queer for the Diphthongs Tesla says, "I'm afraid you'll get patchouli on me."
[Public] Whitney says, "Currently I smell of ... let me check my notes."
[Public] Whitney quotes: Faustus (Truly an exercise in megalomania and self-gratification: frankincense and cinnamon, darkened by violet.)
[Public] Queer for the Diphthongs Tesla says, "You smell of exploded inventor?"
[Public] Queer for the Diphthongs Tesla says, "Oh, close."
[Public] Whitney says, "Indeed."

The Lion: I like it. teinedreugan liked it too, which is good, because I got it as a riff on him.
Ladon: I really like it. Not entirely certain which bit of self-image it fits, but it does that beautifully -- much with the elegant sense of scent.
Black Opal: Immediately devoured by my skin, goes to nothing much. Smells lovely in the tube, though.
Velvet: Interesting, will need to retest; goes through a period of smelling like scorched chocolate before settling in as a slightly chocolate-noted myrrh.
Bengal: Need to retest; came out sort of acrid, and when that faded I wasn't sure whether it smelled of anything specific.
Black Lotus: probably my second-favorite of the bunch, but I tested it long enough ago that I don't remember specifics.
Faustus: Today's. Good. Yay.

Have some random imps left to test.

Meanwhile, generalised life update: Have packed almost all the books in the dining room, and the dining room dishes, and much of upstairs. My instruments are moving to Yorq for the duration of the move this evening, and the cabinet for my half-constructed ancestor shrine into whispercricket's care. This weekend, looking at more houses. And moving stuff into storage unit. Today, the fire inspector came through and poked all our smoke/CO detectors with a stick, causing cats to flee in all directions.

In other news, I may be developing some sort of cold, and my shoulders are so tense that I feel like a hunchback.

Whine, moan, bunny, puppy, complain.