Afternoon naps = not my usual 11 p.m. grandma bedtime.

Janis Joplin and I should've had a chance to hang out.

One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise, rise up singing,
You’re gonna spread your wings,
Child, and take, take to the sky,
Lord, the sky.

But until that morning
Honey, n-n-nothing’s going to harm you now..

I really want to write a children's book about my dog and the recession. Understandably that thesis may not have you at the edge of your seat, but I swear, I have a passably creative idea— sometime I'm going to have a few weeks off from life to sketch and play with watercolors and make notes and ohidunnorichardtellsmeishoulddoit. And within limits, I think he has fairly clever ideas.

For anyone of a mind to get married in the near future, the most mindless part of the process (I believe) is the selection and comparison process of chair and glassware rental. Richard has made one simple request for the entire ceremony, and as he is a bartender, it only seems fair to have actual stemware and glasses. My big deal is compostable plates / napkins / utensils which are fairly unnatractive, but I can dig reusable rented glassware. But jesus-h, it is not fun to search for the stuff and compare prices. Same with the chairs. Like I really care? If it were up to me, and if we were being as budget-concious as I'd like and as anti-heavy-ceremony as I'd like, everybody could stand. That makes me horrible, I know. But seriously. These details are lame. Let's eat cake, dance some, take lots of pictures together, and I'll wear a dress and go home with a permanent, I-liked-it-so-I-put-a-ring-on-it portable best friend.

Next to take on.. Tables. I need to figure out a cool table cloth or table runners or something of that nature that's cheap and super, super colorful. I've already amassed a fairly impressive collection of thrift store glass vases which I'm going to clean up and arrange with river stones and sunflowers. But we need more COLOR! I guess we could rent brilliant-colored napkins or something. Holy crap, Richard's family is probably going to hate it. Telling myself it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.. >_<

Current disappointment in life: the new Decemberists album / "rock opera." Picaresque was a vastly better record with less screetching about a "rake." It almost bugs me how much I hate the new sound in comparison to "16 x 32" or "Summersong." Alas.