Global Phone Calls

Mitch called from Bangalore. He's leaving India tonight.

This is the first time since he left that I've heard from him other than in email. Hi honey. Bye, honey. He says there are over 6 million people in Bangalore now, and 200 new cars hit the streets a day, and in India, every 2 seconds, somebody dies from a traffic-related incident.

I'm not moving there.

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So. Sirius does not want to talk about falling. At least not right now. He might later. If I can get him to talk about what it felt like to fall through the veil, I will write it. If not... I won't. (Really, I think I'm just burnt out on fanfiction. And on real life, but that's another matter entirely.)

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Why has it taken me over an hour to get this far? Distractions, distractions: spilled milk and laundry, cat mess and construction, clean up and contemplating emptying out the room where the construction will take place -- BY MYSELF -- because it has to be done by Monday. Someone owes me.

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Got to bring in my new character to milliways_bar last night. Eee, it was great... for me, at least. I enjoyed it.

OK. Off to do laundry and write a bit.

Rainbow In Your Hand

You Are Thai Food

Trendy yet complex. People seek you out - though they're not sure why.

What Kind of Food Are You?

In point of fact, I took Hannah to the mall today to visit the Lego store, and we went and had a slice of pizza at the food court.

But I do get to say that Asian food in general and Thai most specifically is just about my favorite food in the known universe. And though I might be complex, I think I'm far from trendy.

And another, because I never did it:

Your Power Color Is Red-Orange

At Your Highest: You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth. At Your Lowest: You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked. In Love: You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve. How You're Attractive: You are very affectionate and inspire trust. Your Eternal Question: "Am I Respected?"

What's Your Power Color?

Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.