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Oct. 24th, 2007 07:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
labellementeuseAh, spring: the time of Christchurch weather schizophrenia. Today we have had a beautiful fine morning, a windy but warm early afternoon, a cloudy late afternoon, and now, out of nowhere: hail! Mad, incredibly loud hail, because of the wind.
Not getting comment notifications again >:( LJ is in the doghouse with me this week, but please, if I've ignored you, um, prod me.
I've responded to my impending doom/essay/exams in the traditional way: comfort TV, comfort food, comfort books. I'm reading Guards, Guards! and curling up in bed with spring rolls, toasted pita rounds spread with hummus and stuffed with grated carrots (food of the very happy and quite healthy) and spiders (drink/dessert of the very unhealthy: in the american, coke floats, I believe. Tell me, do Aussies also say spiders? Because I said recently, in tones of great authenticity, that "spider" is a pacific thing, and not exclusive to NZ, on the basis of zero actual knowledge. Anyone?)
Every now and then someone posts something on the flist about the way they're feeling and states it in such a way that it precisely articulates emotions that I have experienced. When one of you does this, I never know what to do. On the one hand the impulse is to comment and say "Yeah, me too!" On the other hand this is neither particularly germane or useful and seems kind of like a waste of comment. It has the weird result in me feeling a lot closer to the person who posted, without actually indicating anything of the sort. V. strange.
Not getting comment notifications again >:( LJ is in the doghouse with me this week, but please, if I've ignored you, um, prod me.
I've responded to my impending doom/essay/exams in the traditional way: comfort TV, comfort food, comfort books. I'm reading Guards, Guards! and curling up in bed with spring rolls, toasted pita rounds spread with hummus and stuffed with grated carrots (food of the very happy and quite healthy) and spiders (drink/dessert of the very unhealthy: in the american, coke floats, I believe. Tell me, do Aussies also say spiders? Because I said recently, in tones of great authenticity, that "spider" is a pacific thing, and not exclusive to NZ, on the basis of zero actual knowledge. Anyone?)
Every now and then someone posts something on the flist about the way they're feeling and states it in such a way that it precisely articulates emotions that I have experienced. When one of you does this, I never know what to do. On the one hand the impulse is to comment and say "Yeah, me too!" On the other hand this is neither particularly germane or useful and seems kind of like a waste of comment. It has the weird result in me feeling a lot closer to the person who posted, without actually indicating anything of the sort. V. strange.
