List the top ten things you want, right now at this very moment. Silly, serious, insane, it doesn't matter.

1. My SD card slot in my computer to work so I can make Mom watch Fringe with me on the good TV (omg, why did it stop working as soon as I found out I could use avi files + SD card + Wii?)

2. Fruit salad

3. Not to have to be stuck with needles tomorrow :(

4. My still fucking lost bottle of Lamictal which I can't even get replaced because the scrip ran out

5. Star Trek action figures!

6. A more comprehensive Fringe Wiki so I can feel a little more on base with the first kink_bingo fic I'm writing, which is oddly enough one of the three kinks I had absolutely nothing for, hello canonical amputee, nice robot arm you have there Nina

7. Another pillow

8. Someone to give me a backrub and a hug

9. A way to get past this ridiculous writer's block on everything I SHOULD be writing

10. A strawberry daiquiri, a joint, and a hammock for the front yard. Aw yeah, I'd totally settle just for the joint hammock.


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please note that this is distinct from the first part of this entry. yes, I feel the need to emphasize that the meme is over.

Did anyone else know that tentacle-shaped dildos are an actual thing? because I definitely just found out (thanks, kink_bingo. I think.) and, uh... on the one hand LOLROFL, on the other hand how is this not more general-knowledge? Yeah, I know which of you are looking at that link more than just curiously. How did one of you not point this out first? xD

that is, gratuitous location post... posting from a Wii, fuck yeah, a Wii I can watch all my video files on!
Geek skills +1 today!

All I can smell is the back neighbors' fire, which isn't a bad thing, just a slightly dizzying one. Every time I inhale I taste a thousand memories. I used to live at a Salvation Army camp in the summer when my mother worked as a nurse there; there are hundreds of events stacked behind my eyelids like a deck of cards: the same basic events repeated every two weeks, every summer for five summers, and all of them underlaid with the crackle of fire and the smell of burnt pine and dropped marshmallows crisping into the scent of sugar lost as an offering to the smaller deities of summer.

Anyway, today was weird.

I had a doctor's appointment, which went fine. I was very disappointed when they told me that the scale in the office is wrong-- why would a doctor's office keep a scale that doesn't tell correct weight? For a few brief moments I was 160 pounds!-- and apparently I have "disc pigmentation" in my eyes which could be a precursor to ocular melanoma, but aside from that I am the proverbial slightly overweight horse-- healthy if in need of a bit of exercise.

Next week I have an appointment to get my eyes looked at. This could be part and parcel with a chance to get new glasses, which I'm wondering about-- I've had these rims for a while, it seems, and I know I have the rimless backups too, but those just give me a headache. I don't know, I'll have to see what the possibilities are.

Ugh. "Ocular melanoma" just makes me think of how Grandma had to have part of her finger removed due to melanoma, and I swear if I'm going to go blind I'd rather die young, yes, I am that attached to my sense of sight, thank you.

After that, Mom and I stopped in Skaneateles for dinner at the best fish fry place not actually on the Atlantic coast I've ever had (mm, Doug's Fish Fry) and walked around a bit. Skaneateles is such a tourist trap of a town, full of expensive and quirky little boutiques, but I found the most absolutely awesome things in a shop called "Imagine" (yes, how unique): ceramic dragon eggs. My first thought was, "lol, I need to send one of these to moorishflower!" xD My second thought was, "Whoa, it looks like baby Champy!" That'd be the Lake Champlain monster, for those of you who have no clue what I mean.

When we got home, Mom pointed out Butcher on the side of the fence and said "it looks like he's got something." Yes, he did, and it was still alive... my predator cat caught a baby bunny and was toying with it. D: So we shooed him off, rescued the poor bun-bun, and brought it inside to wash up and see if it would make it. Butcher's a dick and tore the fur off one of its haunches, and one of its forepaws was a bit chewed, but the bunny is currently alive and in Heather Ratface's old cage. Rachael named it Jeffery, which is not an auspicious name for a young thing to have in our household, as my mom miscarried Jeff at eight months the year before I was born.

But anyway yeah, bunny, don't know what'll happen with that. I'm glad it survived, because apparently Butcher's gotten vicious and taken down several birds (including a baby bird this morning) and I don't want my cat to be a bunny-killer too. D:

The rest of my day was spent setting my computer and the Wii to talk to each other so no longer will I have to come home and find Julia watching True Blood on my computer, she can do it in Rachael's room on an actual TV. xD Once I fixed the n00b oversight of firewall issues, it worked like a dream, and now I can carry out my threat of imposing Fringe on my mom, among other things.

And that, pretty much, is all I did today, and I shouldn't be so tired considering I've only been up 10 hours, but I am kind of beat. So good night everyone.