Who needs sleep?

Apparently not me.

With the help of Princess, I just don't sleep anymore. The upside? I don't have any appetite, either. (Now, now, kids, don't you worry, my uberbooty isn't in any danger of vanishing.) Rock! Who'da thunk that the answer to my sleep and eat woes could be found in waves of velvet and silk? (Mmm, waves of velvet and silk...)

I finished a rather interesting book on expressive therapies for traumatized children. Of course, no sooner, two of the other books I'd reserved came in. So now I have more. I'm completely fascinated by this art therapy stuff. I really think I'd like to do some art therapy. It sounds like fun! And cathartic. Maybe I should draw pictures of how I see my clients.

Last night, I did the rough draft of my race & ethnicity project, which is good. I'll likely do the companion piece (for the independent study) on Sunday, so I can hand them in on Monday and be a sloth for the rest of the week. I felt like I had to do something yesterday, since neither of my intakes showed up and I was completely unproductive at work.

Tiff is coming over tonight after work, and then it's off to the Fair! I am certain I will have an appetite for a funnel cake and a candy apple. I am a candy apple addict. I am so eight years old. Maybe I will go down the Giant Slide.

Princess puts these neat little exercises in her journal [insert shameless plug here, hee!] that I find completely fascinating. The last one was about writing to someone you love and listing the reasons why you hate them. I don't hate anyone, ever, but I came up with a pretty good (if I do say so myself) response of loathing, directed at her. We gabbed, and I decided that I wanted to write one for myself, partially to explore it creatively, and partially to see how it felt to be on the receiving end. Now don't you worry, boys and girls, I don't hate myself. Geeze. I kick way too much ass for that. Obv. This is an exercise. You know. Cerebral stuff. Skip it if you want. :)

ObJ: All I really need to do is find myself a brand new lover.

( I hate you, Jude... )

Oh, yeah.

Last night, I had fun ICQ'ing kungfoogirl. She rocks.

Cool like noog

Who got it from Library Mom. It's from HERE. Replace the 'smurfchick' with your userid. Yeah.

This amused me. :)

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Things that made me smile:
1. rubbing of the week
2. summer, what a groovy acoustic version
3. pretty Good if you have been particularly visually poignant
4. A false sense of velvet and partially to do you