This is the first weekend in a while that has consisted of pretty much total of solitude, and as much as I like having things to do, and that those things keep me out of trouble, I do like having entire sheets of time to myself.
The weekend progressed pretty much as follows:
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SATURDAY
10:00 wake up, check e-mail
10:30 ignore messages. Go back to bed for two hours.
12:30 lunch on leftover chicen fried rice and an eggroll whilst reading the etsy forums.
1:30 commence my grand plans for vintage wallaper rolls, of which only one out three possible projects actually pans out.
3:30 photograph these and several other items for the shop
5:00 mid-day crying jag over romantic traumas. get over it.
6:00 nap
7:00 order in Thai food and fiddle for two hours on a poem that won't fall into line. Poem wins for the night.
9:00 put in Twin Peaks Season 2 DVD and make earrings until all hours of the morning.
SUNDAY
12:00 wake up, drink tea and eat an orange while reading poetry blogs.
1:00 dye a batch of slips the lovelist gray shade.
2:00 Photograph earrings and other new items.
3:00 read some of Claire Hero's Afterpastures (CakeTrain, 2009).
4:00 read some older blog entries and determine that the end of June is usually a weird time for me. Also determine I used to be smarter somehow in my posts.
5:00 Watch a hailstorm freak out the cats and torture the moral majority on the etsy forums.
6:00 weekly long motherly phonecall in which I determined my life, though hectic, is no way near as fucked up as some of my extended family..
7:30 make pasta and iced tea and work on the previous night's poems. Abandon it after an hour in favor of reading design blogs and wishing my apartment had a new paintjob.
9:00 add items to the shop and brainstorm ideas for new stuff.
10:00 spend two hours reading random poetry related stuff online and determine that I'm still not quite sure what flarf is.
