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seeliefey!
Medical
The usual exhaustion + nausea, some general brainfuckery.
Was able to sleep last night. Go me!
Projects
I need to make a list of household projects and break them down into manageable chunks. And have that list in a physical format, so I can cross stuff off of it and have tangible proof that I accomplished things on any given day.
I get overwhelmed. And distracted.
Daily Science
How Chopin is Like Jazz. A Princeton researcher has developed an algorithm that turns music into geometry and has uncovered surprising similarities between seemingly disparate compositions.
Daily BPAL
Hearth 2005: This year’s Hearth is warmer, sweeter, and more traditionally comforting. This is the scent of candied chestnuts, buttered, covered in brown sugar and honey, alongside the scent of cedar smoke and soft pine.
In bottle: That artificial-butter smell.
On me: The butter gets less artificial, and the chestnuts come out. Tiny bit of smoke. No pine, no brown sugar, no honey. Hm. I think the Hearth I tried in Florida may have been 2004. This is not me.
Cat loves it, though.
Gingerbread Poppet: Warm, cozy gingerbread spiced with nutmeg, clove and cinnamon.
In bottle: Spice rack.
On me: On me it rounds out; the gingerbread-cookie aspect comes out to play. I do get individual spices, too. Yummy! *sniff* *Really* yummy.
The Apothecary: Tea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.
In bottle: Very green.
On me: Oh, there's the moss. Moss and leaves. And that touch of tea and ginger. Mmmm. Yes. The fig lurks, peeking out occasionally. This is a warm green.
Penny Dreadful: Also called Gallows Literature. A dime novel rife with melodrama, horror, madness and cruelty; a ten cent analogy of vice and virtue in conflict. Soft perfume evocative of noir heroines over rich red grave loam.
In bottle: Dirt.
On me: A light floral over said dirt. Nothing overwhelming. Not rose. Iiinteresting.
<--- is dirty. :)
The dirt resurfaces, after being temporarily drowned by perfume. The noir heroine has been buried alive; her perfume wafts delicately to the surface, barely detectable through the rich red grave loam. Can our hero find her in time?
Hello to new reader
seeliefey!Medical
The usual exhaustion + nausea, some general brainfuckery.
Was able to sleep last night. Go me!
Projects
I need to make a list of household projects and break them down into manageable chunks. And have that list in a physical format, so I can cross stuff off of it and have tangible proof that I accomplished things on any given day.
I get overwhelmed. And distracted.
Daily Science
How Chopin is Like Jazz. A Princeton researcher has developed an algorithm that turns music into geometry and has uncovered surprising similarities between seemingly disparate compositions.
Daily BPAL
Hearth 2005: This year’s Hearth is warmer, sweeter, and more traditionally comforting. This is the scent of candied chestnuts, buttered, covered in brown sugar and honey, alongside the scent of cedar smoke and soft pine.
In bottle: That artificial-butter smell.
On me: The butter gets less artificial, and the chestnuts come out. Tiny bit of smoke. No pine, no brown sugar, no honey. Hm. I think the Hearth I tried in Florida may have been 2004. This is not me.
Cat loves it, though.
Gingerbread Poppet: Warm, cozy gingerbread spiced with nutmeg, clove and cinnamon.
In bottle: Spice rack.
On me: On me it rounds out; the gingerbread-cookie aspect comes out to play. I do get individual spices, too. Yummy! *sniff* *Really* yummy.
The Apothecary: Tea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.
In bottle: Very green.
On me: Oh, there's the moss. Moss and leaves. And that touch of tea and ginger. Mmmm. Yes. The fig lurks, peeking out occasionally. This is a warm green.
Penny Dreadful: Also called Gallows Literature. A dime novel rife with melodrama, horror, madness and cruelty; a ten cent analogy of vice and virtue in conflict. Soft perfume evocative of noir heroines over rich red grave loam.
In bottle: Dirt.
On me: A light floral over said dirt. Nothing overwhelming. Not rose. Iiinteresting.
<--- is dirty. :)
The dirt resurfaces, after being temporarily drowned by perfume. The noir heroine has been buried alive; her perfume wafts delicately to the surface, barely detectable through the rich red grave loam. Can our hero find her in time?
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