The Soundtrack to my Last Several Days:
Devendra Banhart's newest
Where Do I Wish I Could Have Gone?
A real live comic con. That one, specifically.
A Thousand Continuous Paper Cuts.
Is what dry hands feel like, in case you were wondering. When I was little, we tried everything to make them feel better. Hint: never Clinique's "unscented" lotion. Never.
March 6.
I usually make my brother a pie or cake for his birthday. Like on this March 6. Or this one. Or this one, even though the cake isn't pictured. He is too far away right now for that to be practical. I miss his company terribly.
A Better Note:
My Jeremy will very soon no longer be a long-term substitute, but a regular old teacher. A sigh of relief was heard 'round the house. He also recently bought me a bunch of seeds, so I can try my hand for the 39th time at herb gardening. My last efforts (with basil seeds from Rachelle) went so well and the basil leaves smelled so good that Tiberius tumbled the pot and lovingly licked them all. And that was the end of that.
