Ashes, Ashes...

Well, I went out and bought a day planner this week, but it doesn't help. I know I have to do things, I have them written down, but then I completely forget. I've missed two classes in the past seven days, almost made it three today but I passed the professor on her way to the class and she asked if I wasn't going the wrong way.

D'oh.

Maybe I'm just enjoying my own personal mini-collapse. I've put so many card in my tower, wedged in so tightly, that the ones on the bottom are crumpling and giving way and I don't even notice, the tower doesn't shake. Of course, the ones on the bottom are the most important cards...

I'm feeling talkative tonight. To hear about my day, my new vegetarian diet experiment, stuff about improv and the LARP, and stuff too random to be quantified, please ( Push the Button )

Hoo-boy...

Isaac has discovered that if he bites his wooden toy and shakes it, the bell will ring. And if he does it a lot, the bell will keep ringing. And ringing. And ringing. I had to walk over there a little bit ago because I was afraid he'd caught his beak in it, the way he was shaking it back and forth.

I fear I shall never have peace again.