I'm only posting here, because everyone else did.

I'm exploding from lady cramps right now. I'm contemplating taking a potential bath at some point during this over-cast day, but the thought about water waste, and the fact I had a shower last night is something weighing down on the action it self. Most probably I won't have a bath tonight, but tomorrow morning. Thanks guilt.

As a result, I've been trying to ignore the fact that the exploding pain is exploding and keep my mind busy. I've done some serious work , ranging from cutting wood and stacking and then creating a  fire pit down at the beach, and making it look pretty with some stacked driftwood to the side- maybe my stoner brother will have some use to it. I've done some paperwork for my mother-dearest so,and now I'm thinking about whether i should finish my math review booklet in the next couple days (why not?) and potentially getting the last couple letters and mail them all off while participating in a coffee date later this afternoon. I've also cleaned the rabbits cage. You know vinegar dissolves calcium residue? It's a fun fact, true, but I know it won't help with a bleeding finger, or fatigue.

In between everything, I'm been reading a cook book. Oh have I been reading. It's been my procrastination of the day. The book is called " cookbook of the seven seas" and it's basically a story of recipes to go along this couples adventures. The couple to the right is Peter and Dagmar Freuchen. Peter being this dannish explorer, exploring the northern, cold landscapes. During his lifetime he had three wives. First one being an inuit woman, she died, and his dannish church refused to burry her because of religious reasons, so he was forced to do so himself. Because of that relationship, he later became the grandfather of the first inuk in canada to be elected as MP.

 Second wife didn't work out, and then he married a fashion expert, Dagmar. Match made in heaven I guess. Point is, I just had to tell you guys about this man because I was impressed with him.  I like his stance and the way he lived his life. 

I want to make a big batch of these for you two. Semla Semla Semla! I'm pretty sure they would put a smile and a cure to fatigue. They are cardamon buns, insides dug out, and filled with a filling that consists of the old  bread crumbs, almond paste and more. They are then packed to the brim with whipped cream and covered in powdered sugar. I think in the land where they are from (denmark, sweden, germany and more...) that it's customary to eat it in a bowl of milk. Either way it looks delicious and I plan on making it super soon. Maybe even tomorrow. I'll tell ye how thee turns out.

Today

I'm with Spinach. It's going to be a late night.
Difficulty concentrating. Just learned some magical words for my research proposal: Herschel Island. That's were the stuff goes down.
Anyway. Mildly pissy today because I had a shitty sleep and got absolutely nothing done last night.
Experimental taste test led to the conclusion that that is indeed a plum tree outside my window.
Kat cut her thumb open with an exacto knife last night and had to go to the ER. Was nearly locked out the entire night as a result. Luckily flagged down the Volvo as it was pulling out.
I wish someone would put me in the closet and forget about it.

If I do not get ahold of some tweezers soon, I will have eyebrows resembling the top left photograph

My fingers will not turn out the words needed to complete this paper, I have been on the same paragraph for an hour. Maybe a quick, effortless blog post will be the ticket to overcoming this essay block.

Today I doodled my way through a History of Science lecture, and the desks were far too close. The rather tall, bulky guy next to me seemed to think it was fine to rest his lanky arms on my writing space, and sigh a lot and jiggle his feet up and down. I began drawing angry, frowning people underneath dark thunderclouds, but I don't think that he got the message.

Sarah, that is the bear sculpture that was at camp! Isn't it wonderful? There are also pictures of doorways to nowhere that she set up in the street, and a nest created out of old tires with a sign urging people to "Please Sit in the Artwork". I believe she studied in an art school in Paris.

Tonight will be a library night, I can feel it in the air.