Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

So much energy to start the day, so much to do, so little of it done before I ran out of steam and fell over. Then I got up after resting, got started on a few more things, and fell over again. Hate my body ; hate this heat & humidity. (Cool front did arrive just before dusk; welcome change, but not quite enough ... still much better than nothing.) See how much I get caught up tomorrow. Might happen, right? (Read this paragraph less as whining and more as reminding myself that I really [expletive]ing need to learn how to pace myself and how much I can expect to get done in a day.)

This paragraph is ... well, not whining so much as grumbling. Managed to spill soda on my bed (and a pair of pumps and the floor) forty five minutes ago. Was taking my meds (including migraine drugs) and getting ready to fall over, and suddenly had to dash around for paper towels and start a load of laundry and pull out a clean bottom sheet. Bleah. My own carelessness. Could blame it on the migraine aura, but dammit, I should know to move that much more carefully/slowly when I'm feeling like that. Feh.

More of a whine but about something not really important ... or rather, something I'm not so worked up about, but felt like saying, "Aww, doggone it," aloud: I'm still mostly experimenting with the box camera (Agfa B-2 Cadet, from 1939) I borrowed from anniemal, finding out just what I can and can't do with it, but it's still a bit frustrating to look at a print from Baitcon and realize I had perfect composition for conveying one aspect of the party, reasonable (that is, printable) exposure, and was a little too close for that tiny, fixed-focus lens, so everyone's a little blurry. Argh! Near miss. ( film-geeking )

Most of my film goes into the freezer to wait until I have some spare money with which to get it deveoped. I'm scraping money out of my grocery budget to get the 120 film from the box camera developed just 'cause I need the feedback while I'm learning the camera. (Yeah, it's simple to operate; I'm finding out what it's good at and how to compensate for its limitations.)

Now if only I could get the 100-200 rolls of colour negative film in the freezer developed. *sigh* Eventually...

Okay, time to stop typing and either do something productive or [bleep]ing give in to how tired I am and crash so I might get more stuff done tomorrow.

"Love is like WD-40; without the lubrication of genuine affection, even the nicest person eventually becomes a cheese grater dragged over your genitalia. People are annoying, and they have bad habits, and you need love to just laugh and get past it to say, 'That's okay.'" -- theferrett 28 May 2003

Huh. Learn something new every day ... I just found out that the word "chortle" is of much more recent origin than I'd imagined. According to a web page about the evolution of English, "chortle" was coined by Lewis Carrol as a combination of "chuckle" and "snort". And here I'd thought it was one of those "been around [effectively] forever" words. (Okay, it would obviously have to be Middle English or Modern English, so I knew it was less than a thousand years old, but still, I was waaaaay off.)