July 11, 2003 :: 1:35 a.m.
keeping owls dry for the future
Argh. Why am I tired? I should most certainly not be tired. This is ridiculous, I tell you. Ridiculous! And also totally against my nature.
This morning, I was bored. Then I went and hung out with Adam, and the boredom died. It came back once I returned to my somehow dually cave-like and brightly-lit bedroom, but I knit a bunch more of the hat that I started ages ago in order to banish the Beast of Bored. It worked fairly well, and now I'm too sleepy to care about anything but sinking into blissful unconsciousness. Mmm. Soon, my sweet.
I've spent quite a bit of time searching the World Wide Web tonight, looking for places to purchase sari/Indian-type fabrics. Preferably not in huge quantities, as they will be used to make very small things and I'm working with an even smaller budget. And you know what? I got nothin'. It's a very sad day indeed. I found lots of saris - big, bright, decadently embellished saris - for sale, but most were in the $25 to $45 range. The price wouldn't be such a big deal if I only needed one, but I'm making seven different tarot pouches and thus I would need seven. And as much as I would love to drop at least$175 on beautiful fabric, at this point I can't even scrounge up 60 cents for a carton of yogurt, so I don't think it's going to happen. Le sigh.
My legs are all itchy. It's unpleasant.
I just found out that a song from the album that I am currently listening to (see sidebar for details) appears in an episode of Buffy. The song is "Pictures of Success," and the episode is "Older and Far Away" from Season Six. Please excuse me for a moment while I piss myself from the sheer joy of discovering that my current favorite band had a song featured in an episode of my very favorite TV show ever. Weee! You may wonder why this has me so excited. I don't believe I can explain it properly, so I'll go with the notion that those who wonder this are fools, deprived of the goodness that is Rilo Kiley and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Combining the two produces a level of goodness that has been hitherto unseen in this stodgy, backwards society, where NASCAR is a popular "sport" and bodily excretions are somehow "funny." Hence my glee.
Oh, yawn. I think it's bedtime for me, dears. I have to rush downstairs and brush my teeth before I fall asleep right here and then wake up with fungus sprouting between my molars.
'Night.
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