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Feeling mentally windblown.
(Above userpic is of boy now happily residing with cclemon, and leading a far more exciting resin life than he would have had around here. But it's too useful a picture to delete, heh.)

Why do I feel the need to save oddball dolls from languishing unsold on eBay or the Marketplace? And why, instead of following The Plan (one or two more 60ishcm girls and possibly another MSD in time), do I keep buying MOAR BOYZ? The Heavybomb (modded? I think so) (F-16? I think so) "Morris the Gentleman" is coming to live here, and heaven only knows what I'm going to do with him. The only thing I do know is that his name will damn well not be Morris.

I've signed on for another year of exhaustion and frenzy, i.e., a second tour as chair of the art department. The alternative (going back to fulltime in English) is singularly unappealing, given certain administrative changes in progress over there. I'm feeling more and more unsettled, because the long-term prospects here are looking bleak--not in terms of actually losing the job, but in terms of just how miserable the job is going to get. And stay. For the 15 years minimum that I still have to put in before I can even think about taking retirement.

Do I want to sell my AiL Alice head with the lovely Ravendolls faceup and replace it with the very School C head that I sold in favor of the Alice head? This impulse has seized me in the past couple of days; I'm still not crazy about the way the Alice head perches on the suwarikko neck, and as charmingly pouty as the Alice is, I kinda miss the School C's slightly sunnier personality. Plus, she looked killer in goofy Ospirit clothes, where the Alice seems to disdain them.

All the reviewers whose judgment I usually trust say that Baccano! is the Cowboy Bebop de nos jours. I watched the first episode and loathed it: too frenetic, too self-consciously clever, too loud in every possible sense. Now the latest issue of Otaku USA promises me that if I'll just hang in there past Episode 1, the true genius of this series will become apparent to me. I don't think I wanna.

I miss having time to play with my dolls.

I wish it would go ahead and storm, already. This looming thundery weight in the air is making my head ache and my soul turn prickly.

Does anyone else think that $544 plus shipping (converted from 430 euros) is a little much for a Liz head with a nonprofessional faceup? Or am I just disconnected from Volks-limited market values?

Must get off the computer, pick up the copies of the Rotary Ambassadorial Scholarship applications at Staples, stop at Walgreen's for Toshi's favorite salmon jerky treats, go to the post office and express-mail the applications to the district committee, NOT drive through Braum's for a sausage & egg biscuit because I gave up fast food for Lent, then come home and write the art department's annual assessment report. Then grade a set of exams, before papers start falling on me this week. Do music at church tomorrow, catch up on the laundry, find time to buy groceries. I'm not sure there are enough hours for all this stuff. Oh, and remember to set the clocks forward this evening.

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and one less hour to get it all done in.

wish you had more time too. Hey, if you haven't been to the post office all week, you do have a tiny bit of spring waiting for you there. Hubby and I have been fighting "The" legal battle. Things there have gotten as bad as they can get in my opinion. The DGD has been pulled from school and we won;t get to see her at all (not even Barry) until this is resolved due to the unfounded accusations. I've been doing some mindless knitting, mindless gardening (yes me), minding chores around the house and sitting and starring a the computer screen. I know this is a pretty public place to unload, but I just don't care anymore. The only thing I do know is whatever HIS plans are, HE is in control. Maybe go talk to St Theresa for me. It can't hurt. Hugs to all.

Re: and one less hour to get it all done in.

Doing the talking already! And if you need to run away, there's a bed waiting for you here, no notice required.

I JUST got back from the post office, and there was definitely some spring waiting for me--I just tore into your package, and how adorable are those Crocs?? I'm going to treat myself by changing Celia the Dollstown Yeondu's clothes after I get the assessment report drafted . . . capri jeans, a cute hoodie, and spring shoes for enjoying the muddy garden. *hugs*

Since I'm doing a lousy job of e-mail: about that dyed lady, hmmm. She's beautiful and the price is great, but I think it would wind up bugging me that tan dye is uneven. What are you thinking?

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