I will take these cotton balls from you with my hand, and put them in my pocket.

Hey y'all.

Like the new winter banner?

It took me like five tries to draw that polar bear. 

Apparently I cannot draw bears. 

That was the first attempt. They were mostly downhill from there.

I am back home finally. And I also got my shoes. Neighbour had them upstairs for two weeks (and they had opened the box, I guess not checking first to see who it was for, which I find bizarre as he had to take the time to tell the postman I wasn't home so he could sign for it.), and then he more or less made me feel like I was the one inconveniencing him by wanting my package. 

Whatevs. I will concede that Pogo was correct in her anti-ginger warnings. 

(Please no one take offense if you are gingers. My BFF M. is a ginger [not that he ever leaves his hair that colour...] and we've been BFF's for .... 15 years. OMG I'M GETTING OLD T.T )

...........

And I finally have a pair of sneakers.

Busy weekend ahead. Big Sis#2 has decided that it is her dream to open a shop-type thingy where kids can go for after school lessons or birthday parties or whatever to decorate cookies and cupcakes artistically, and has been trying to make this a real thing since the beginning of December. At the moment, she's just advertising in the school newsletters and renting space in the community center should she happen to get any responses.  

I'm helping her out tomorrow with a birthday party. Not sure what we're doing, except that it involves cookies and popsicle sticks, because I agreed to go over to hers tonight and help pre-assemble the cookies and sticks in exchange for a free dinner of Chinese food. 

Then a possible beer-tasting adventure tomorrow afternoon with that boy I sort of liked last winter, or another tryst with my friend C's cousin. It depends on my mood, but right now I'm leaning towards Option Two...

I forget what I'm doing Sunday aside from church, but I know I'm supposed to be doing something....

Ah well.

Mum called me a Bible-thumping fool the other day. I'm not sure if I feel offended or amused. 

Going to try and catch up on all your blogs now, my friends. It's been too long...

I'm going to ramble now because I feel like it.

I watched Hannibal the other day (the film, not the tv show, but if you haven't watched the show GO DO IT NOW). I totally forgot that I had never seen the full ending of the film.

****spoiler alert if you haven't read the books (and you should; they're brilliant)****

WTF RIDLEY SCOTT?!?! YOU FAIL. Clarice Starling DOES NOT keep trying to injure and/or capture Hannibal to arrest him when she wakes up in the mansion, they RUN AWAY TOGETHER AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER, DAMMIT.

****okay, I'm done***

It has been a somewhat hectic 2 weeks. After the Christmas hols, I spent only a few days home last week--bloated and cranky and swinging back and forth between depression and Numbness. I spent New Year's Eve home alone and was in bed by 10.00. Mum actually came to visit me on New Year's Day (::GASP::), which was nice.

Last Thursday morning, I packed up the kitties and an overnight bag and left home early, to drop my stuff off at Mum's before work so I wouldn't get stuck in an epic snowstorm again.

I am still at Mum's house.

(It's Monday.)

So some random drama--Anorexic Auntie sent me a new pair of shoes for Christmas (Irregular Choice, my fav). They still hadn't arrived as of last week, so she was getting worried they were lost in the mail. She had the package tracked and according to the tracking history, it was delivered to my address on Christmas Eve.

So I texted superhot neighbour and asked if any packages for me been delivered that they maybe forgot about. (Usually they leave stuff like that outside my door.) He said he didn't remember getting anything.

Anorexic Auntie (who is terrifying and relentless when she wants something) further investigated the delivery of my shoes and according to the Florida, NY post office, my package was indeed delivered to the upstairs, and signed for by superhot neighbour. They sent her a scanned copy of the mail receipt with his signature on it.

It's probably a good thing that the combined forces of the weather (3 degrees F/-16 C tonight, after a feckton of snow, which melted today in the spinglike warmth, and rain, which will turn to a feckton of ice as soon as the temperature drops), my car (epic flat tire Saturday and no one could fix it until today), and plumbing issues (no water in my apartment until maybe tomorrow, landlord is not sure) are forcing me to stay at Mum's, because in my precarious mental state I probably shouldn't be allowed to retrieve my shoes by force.

In happier news, my cats are loving their little holiday. They have a big house to tear around, and two extra people to make a fuss of them, plus all the visitors making a fuss of them. Mum's cleaning ladies spent half an hour this morning chasing them around the house to make a fuss of them and teach them to speak Polish

In general well-being, I'm not sure how I am. I feel weird. Sort of suspended somewhere above caring, like I'm watching everything the way you'd watch a movie you're not that interested in. I have no motivation for anything.

Stay warm, my pretties.