ten good things//when every no turns into maybe

[kaberett]

1. The machine is working??? Approximately??? Barry worked magic and my first set of standards came off looking decent and I have a halfways-to-plausible plan for the next few days.

2. I am not freaking out about psychiatrist tomorrow morning. This is a little bit unsettling looked at straight-on, if only because it says a lot about how much I've decided to trust my GP.

3. I've been given the go-ahead to submit my abstract! Nearly a week before deadline! I'm going to hold onto it until I get first data-numbers off the machine tomorrow, though.

4. I have the firm intention of finishing the actual knitting part of the guiltknitting tomorrow or, at the outside, Übermorgen.

5. I tamed my hair! (context: it is waist-length; when I went proper crazy in 2011/2012 I stopped being able to brush it every day and haven't been able to reestablish the habit reliably; lulz ensue)

6. I tidied my room a little (it was starting to look like I'd spent most of the past fortnight passing through on my way to and from lab and hadn't had time to clean, and it was starting to stress me out).

7. recessional made there be another your blue-eyed boys-'verse ficlet. About a useless kitten.

8. Facesfriend's response to me saying that I strongly suspect that my primary partner is the world's most expensive etch-a-sketch was to make a desultory effort to turn up examples of more expensive etch-a-sketches. I was extremely smug when they failed to turn anything up (though to be fair this is largely because at that price point it's all "if you have to ask you can't afford it"...)

9. Access to sensory wossnames in a range of calming and soothing formats. I am very lucky.

10. ... I am just having a lot of feelings about Stars and about Vienna Teng, okay. They are very comforting at the moment. They both manage the kind of mood I am after having on tap. It is great. Technology is magic.

Comments

[recessional]

Totally useless! Definitely not the best alternative to the anti-anxiety tranquilizers that are totally useless in his particular case that he could have accidentally come up with. Totally not. *solemn*

<3

[jedusaur]

*reads "having a lot of feelings about Stars"*

Wait wait what I thought you didn't like hockey if you decided to like hockey why didn't you tell me why on earth would you go and decide to root for DALLAS of all--

*reading comprehension dawns*

oh.

[kaberett]

giggling <3

[jedusaur]

Don't root for Dallas. If you ever decide to like hockey I will help you find the team for you but that team is not Dallas.

[kaberett]

WELLIES 4 LYFE

[jedusaur]

...would you like hockey if I gave you RL equivalents to all the Wellies? Sergei Bobrovsky is totally Chowder. Jack is Jonathan Toews. There isn't a total Bitty BUT Aaron Ekblad is a tiny baby who bakes cookies for road trips.

[jedusaur]

(I mean, "tiny baby" is of course not literal. NHL players are not Bitty-sized. Except Nathan Gerbe, but he’s built like a teeny little dump truck. XD)

[swaldman]

*raises eyebrow * world's most expensive etch-a-sketch?

[kaberett]

Tuning up the mass spec involves twiddling a knob to draw optimal lines on a screen...

[swaldman]

ah! Hee!

[davidgillon]

Ah, not a polymer partner, that makes entirely different sense.

Fingers crossed for productive psyching. (Dammmit, speelchuck, changing psyching to synching completely changes the sense of that sentence)

[vass]

Access to sensory wossnames in a range of calming and soothing formats. I am very lucky.

They are a great goodness. *nods*

[vass]

Also, suspect Mitt Romney is a more expensive etch-a-sketch than yours. But then, you'd never want to spend time with him.