nixtress's Diaryland Diary

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Hot...and wet....and clean!

My glasses (or specs or whatever you want to call them) were driving me nutso today. While trying to read a book in my lap and at the same time petting Freya, they kept slipping down my nose with almost no effort. I'd no sooner shove them back up with a forefinger or a nose-squinch, and down they'd slip again. It's not like they're the heaviest frames in the world---they're tiny little copperwire framed ovals of glass, thin and more than a little delicate. I know this because I've fallen asleep in them enough times to know that they'll bend with one good roll. Annoying little bits.

I suppose they serve their purpose. Due to the fact I'm positively phobic about my eyeballs, contacts aren't looming in my future. I don't think anyway. I've toyed with the idea a time or two, but I'm also one of those people who can't handle opening their eyes underwater, let alone sticking their finger against their eyeball on purpose! I can't even dunk my face in cool, clean water and open ONE eye, even a fraction. I know, I know, I'm a sissy with a complex. Can't be helped, I don't think.

Somehow, someway, I got rid of the portion of IE that allows one to delete their history, etc. from the toolbar. I also deleted the part that allows you to reset your homepage. It's mysteriously gone and I'm thinking I may need to uninstall/reinstall for it to be back. That's assuming it's important enough to me to attempt. Something that is important to me?

I'm hoping the 'squitos go away soon. I'm damned tired of being their evening meal. I know I taste good, but SHEESH! Surely there's someone else in the neighborhood who's due to donate their own pint or twelve.

The boys have been trundled off to bed. Not asleep just yet, but headed there. And then after a quicky shower, I'll immerse myself in a nice hot bath. I'm bouncing back and forth between which idea is more appealing to me---darkness broken only by the flicker of a candle or two, or mediocre light and my book. Darkness is winning.

Something about being in the semi-black, surrounded by warm and scented water, licking at your skin and enveloping you more completely than just about anything else on Earth. Hugely appealing. Every muscle letting go it's stress from the day, head emptying of worry and strain and congnitive thought. The slide of slick hands over softened skin, echoing water sounds with the shift of body.

Comfort.

Sweet dreams, all.

N.

7:51 p.m. - 2003-09-02

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