There! AH! I am done
, I have finished
it, I've pressed the Send button, I am FREE.
Oh man did that archeology paper take a lot
more work than I thought it would. Craft and trade in Medieval Scandinavia can suck it
, it wasn't a great paper but it's done, my back is killing me (my chair finally broke today, it's been a bit taxing perching on the remains), and I can finally take a holiday.
What shall do first, of all the things I've felt too guilty to spend time on the last two months?
I know! A dread soak! Man, it's been way too long since I spent an evening soaking my dreads for hours. I'm going to go out tomorrow and buy the baking soda and then I'm going to have the most delicious deep clean
while listening to Kate Bush and Bing Crosby. Then maybe I'll take take some yarn and tie in my old dread thingamabobs, like the little seahorse pendant. It's summer, I need colour.
(Incidentally my dreads' second anniversary just went by. Last year I posted a pic spam of my dread journey
but this time - well, be content they've gotten longer, and a little tighter and messier. Nothing dramatic.)
But right now - don't mind that it's way past my bedtime - I need my evening ritual. I need my Kentish apple tea, my cat, and a thoroughly
ridiculous episode of Lupin III
, and then to bed.