Lazy Mornings

I just lit a kerosene lamp. I love real firelight, it's so soothing and make me feel like a Victorian lady. I can see that lovely flame dancing and throwing shadows on my purple walls. Even though it’s bright outside, my curtains are heavy enough to give me a shady sanctuary. It’s not that I don’t like the sun. I love the sun! It’s just that I woke up, what seems like mere moments ago... my eyes are still adjusting.

Part of me, the mindful part feels like a Victorian lady, but my physical self is nice and warm in the real world, sitting on my vent. That’s right, my vent. The warm rush of heat is surrounding me right now, and the metal guarding feels just right. It’s not cold like it is when I just turn it on, and it doesn’t burn like it’s been on for hours. It is however doing that chilly air thing, so I know it is about to turn off in a few moments. *Tear*

I feel so silly because I’m trying to touch type this whole thing. Yan inspired me to learn… he’s an insane maniac on the keyboard. I wonder if being a good piano player makes it easier to type… my mom loves the piano, and she can type like a medium maniac. I’m so funny when I type normally because some words I just pick out, and others I have a system for… Like my name. I have a system for that word. And it actually uses the same fingers that I would use if I were touch-typing. I’m close but I have to break some habits first. Like the fact that my fingers need to get along and sign a treaty or something… they both are fighting to cross over to the opposite hand’s keys and steal those letters. Naughty fingers.

Lilith, I just called your house but you weren’t there. How sad. I had this whole thing that I wanted to do. We would go to Tele and we would take the 7, but we would make sure to get on at different stops. Who ever got on first would go to the back and start reading, or look busy. Who ever got on second would slowly walk down the isle, making it as if they weren’t expecting the other. Then we would notice eachother, and go into a whole thing about how it’s been years, and what a coincidence it was, and how we never expected to see each other after so-and-so happened. I so feel like a random roll play right now.