Evening wrapup
Feb. 22nd, 2006 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineI must type quickly before I faceplant into my keyboard and sleep at the table for the night. I think that Downwood might try to get me up the stairs to a bed, but I can totally see him abandoning my limp, snoring form in the middle of the staircase, leaving me to slide down the stairs to a huddled pile in front of the door where I will be awakened at dawn by the dog bounding down the stairs, crushing my ribcage, looking for me to take her on her morning stroll.
*yawn*
When I get tired, I talk a lot.
After a minor meltdown, the evening recovered very well. Got some good talking and good painting in (what color hair do gnomes have?). Then, I decided to go all out. I took a wonderful bath with the Waving Not Drowning bath bomb from Lush (text of inspiratory poem under cut below). After wrapping up in flannel jammies, I came downstairs to a mug of Godiva hot chocolate laced with Godiva dark chocolate liqueur. The final touch was a piece of dark chocolate filled with a darker chocolate ganache. At this precise moment, it is good to be me.
Not Waving But Drowning
Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
*yawn*
When I get tired, I talk a lot.
After a minor meltdown, the evening recovered very well. Got some good talking and good painting in (what color hair do gnomes have?). Then, I decided to go all out. I took a wonderful bath with the Waving Not Drowning bath bomb from Lush (text of inspiratory poem under cut below). After wrapping up in flannel jammies, I came downstairs to a mug of Godiva hot chocolate laced with Godiva dark chocolate liqueur. The final touch was a piece of dark chocolate filled with a darker chocolate ganache. At this precise moment, it is good to be me.
Not Waving But Drowning
Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
