Feb. 15th, 2016

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  • get changed to a different project at work that requires me to pick up a new front-end framework;
  • crash car, badly. No one is injured but the car is crashed, I have to go to court for insurance reasons, and have I mentioned crashed car?;
  • learn car is beyond saving;
  • fly home literally across the world for three days worth of new year's celebrations;
  • get new car because insurance is wonderful;
  • return back from literally across the world, completing 40+ hours of flight time only to get power tripped on by border control officials whose sole job at this point seems to be making people who legally enter the US fear for their livelihoods;
so. yes. um. my wordcount is not doing too hot. i'm okay! just sort of... shellshocked. and in spite of all of that, 2016 still seems to be doing better than 2015.

this month's resolutions
  • lose .8kg
  • accomplish work goal #1 and #2 at least
  • write one piece of porn for AO3
  • arrange to have 1 personal trainer session in march

SO IF I HAVEN'T BEEN AROUND THAT'S WHY

[EDIT] Also I tried to get my hair dyed black-blue but I literally ended up with black. Salon's so expensive that I'm not sure they'll refund me if I go back being like, so... That didn't... work out at all....

[EDIT2] Also started garden for the new year. This time around: every salad green mix known to mankind; butterhead; romaine; trout leaf; some wonderful roma looking tomato; arugula; spinach; two ambitious beans; two even more ambitious chillis

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax