And of course, today's it's not

I'm waiting impatiently for my new purse. It's in France as of the 29th. Just not here.

Hanes has my boy boxers on sale.

My eBay bucks are ready and have to be spent within 30 days.

I WANT TO SHOP!

The thing I need here is a wheeled 26" suitcase so I can go home.

Create~a~Day is going wonderfully!

I have writ at least three new poems and rewrote three others. Plus doing some good work on The Book of Dia.

It's not even 2011 yet. Damn I hope this continues. I hope to get BOD in fighting shape, then I can work on some of the plays I have in
mind.



Pride and Prejudice ... kinda. AND NO KEIRA KNIGHTLY! YAY!

Create~a~Day!

My New Years resolution won't be so vague this year. It's CREATE~a~Day! I should create daily. Worked on The Book of Dia (chaps 1-8 straightened out this morning). Wrote poem yesterday, "Sugar," which made me get out of bed to write more on it. I have some blank watercolor postcards, & watercolors, so I should have something to send home.



Maybe life without sunshine won't seem so grim if I have a great life indoors!

Humbug!

Weather

Went to find one picture of gloomy weather...


found more...


and still more .


Truly starting to get to me. There is no light through my windows until after 8 am, and then it's begrudgingly. Ms thing upstairs just got home. It's 7:54 am. Still not light out.

I have seasonal depression but it's a depression nonetheless. At this time, recognizing it and dealing with it are separate matters. Let you know when one resolves the other.

There's this goofy article: Gloomy weather boosts the brain, claim Australian scientists Filed under There'll always be an England.

With this amazing tidbit: The research discovered that the worse the weather and the more depressed the individual, the sharper their brain.

I'll have to study the article for clues.

Believe it or not

I am bidding on a red leather purse on eBay. Seller says they'll ship for $32. USD. It's only $8.99 at this moment, but you know I'll obsess and bid the heck out of it.



Vintage.

My itching is damn near out of control. My hair is dry and like straw. And when I asked the pharmacist for multi-vitamins, she gave me the ones for seniors. My life is over.

Am now wearing my loud pink hooded Tucson sweatshirt with aplomb. I am sick of seeing BLACK all the time! Besides, I'm old. But I can still see purple.

Parisians smoke A LOT. The creeps upstairs came down and smoked outside my door. I miss smoking. I chose breathing... fair trade?

Still no sun.

Still no sunshine

Down rue Sevres



God I miss smoking...


The Chocolat store is across rue Servres at the end of my block.


This is the Patissier at the end of rue Rousellet. I may not be going so much anymore. Haven't had pistachio eclairs since that first time.