The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me. 
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby. 
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their colour, 
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Throw it in the trash.

Bad night spills over into a bad day. My eyes still feel swollen. What is there to say? I can't really be anything else. I can't feel any differently. I don't work well in units. I don't work well with back burners. I don't work well.

I am completely devouring Mockingjay today.



But I don't want it to be over with. I know I am going to finish it by tonight though no matter how many breaks I take. No sleep until we bring down the Capitol, people.

Another book I am in the middle of and very much enjoying:



Very sweet and I relate more to the dead wife than I want to admit.

More coffee?

Hi there.

Since I finally caught up with True Blood (except for last night's episode which is currently downloading) I let myself look at one of the Tumblr accounts dedicated to the show. It seems a lot of people are irritated with Alan Ball taking liberties and straying too far from the books. I guess I am in the minority then because I think all of the changes he's made have been great and have actually made for a better story. I like the books. They're a light enjoyable read but a lot of times they irritate me too. I feel like he actually gives these characters some consistency that is lacking in the books. It makes them more likable. Especially Sookie who in the books is thinking about boning someone new every two seconds. Now she's more of a super hero. There's more to her character than telepathy and daydreaming about sex and being possessive of every male she's ever met. I don't know if they ever explore "what she is" further in the books since I'm only on #6 but no sign yet. Plus where would we be without Lafeyette and Jessica?

Smaller cap less plastic.

Cone of shame.

Locke decided that over the past two weeks out of nowhere he would destroy every single toy he has except one (and if he were able to damage a Kong I assure you he would have) including his monkey and rope that have been with him since he was a baby, his dog bed and the pillow inside of his crate. Perhaps he is shunning physical belongings. Maybe he would like to go the Christopher McCandless route. Either way my response is to chop off his balls. He's getting neutered Wednesday. CHEW ON THAT, LOCKE.

I hate work. Why is it Monday? God damn it shitballs.

I was just looking at a work email and thought for a second that something said whiskey but what it really said was with history. If this isn't a clear indication that I need to go home I don't know what is. I've been so exhausted this week I haven't even been able to focus on reading. The words blur together. So i've just been compulsively organizing my ebook collection so that I can put it on my nook and finishing up season five of Supernatural. We only have two episodes left. I think some parts of the season are dragging a bit but any part with Castiel is my favorite.

The world is at my fingertips.

The world has ended? In all seriousness though I spent a good portion of yesterday and a great deal of this morning downloading a great big ton of ebooks for my Nook. I'm pretty happy about it because I can't afford to buy books and the library can be a big fail at times with their wait times and return dates. Expecting me to be on time? Psh. My only problem now is that I can hardly decide what to read next and I've still got four library books checked out in need of my attention.

Oh is it lunch time already?

Technically it's what I refer to as "hell week" at work.