flux

when i'm in blessed portland, i suffer from transplant syndrome, developing a severe lack of faith in the presence, nay, existence, of our fair Sol. however, today i was grateful for the clouds over atlanta, masking my body (who has lost her old 110F-and-under-is-comfy heat tolerance due to the transplant) from the fairest's evil rays. i used it as an opportunity to walk to the library.

now, when the thinking material that i've been entertaining has (nearly) quenched my hyperactive psyche, i have reading material to turn to, and exciting stuff it is! philosophy and stephenson and PI fiction, oh my!

and, from breakfast:
squashpicker: :tongues a cut in her mouth, vocalizes:
flux: life is suffering.
squashpicker: but it's something.

bwehehehe.