Sin City: kickass!
Went climbing yesterday for the first time in ages and ages (not that I was that good at it before). Oof. Jellyarms.
Kitty wants to type.dcfvb vbcfzsx, she says. And now's she's biting at my hands when I try to type. Ow.
I've taken myself off the polyamory group and a few related others. I'm still very poly, of course, but the typical group discussion has gotten very old (when you get more out of the snark community than the community itself, you know it's time to leave):
a) Here's my terribly complex relationship situation, isn't it horrible and terrible and awful (though I could have avoided it handily by actually TALKING about it as it developed) and now OMGWTFdoIdo???!?
b) I've been poly for two weeks, how do I meet people??!?
c) I've been poly for two weeks, and it's so wonderful and liberating and enlightened and EVERYONE will be this way once they see the light!!!
Itching for new tattoos again. Must be spring.
Dreamed about skiing a couple nights ago. Why are there no inexpensive, non-logistically-complicated hobbies??
Two years living in the desert and I still have not mastered the art of dressing in layers. I dress for midday, bring one jacket which lasts me till twilight, and promptly freeze my ass off after dark. Gotta work on this.
Ok, lunchtime, so the soundbites (textbytes?) will end for now.
Happy Ra-Hoor-Khuit Day!