gingerbread

today is a very different sort of day than it has been. fall has been mild, but i woke up today with an almost christmas-y feeling. the curtains had been left open and at noon it was dark and very rainy here in portland. i felt really grateful to be snuggled under quilts with a big, warm softie boyfriend. today is my only day off this week (even though i asked for my hours to be cut, fucking assholes), and i am supposed to start packing for seattle. actually, i was supposed to start packing last week. but i am sitting here, eating oatmeal. i just got neil gaiman's "stardust", which would be a ridiculously easy read if i didn't work so much, or hate my job so much that i have to stone my day into oblivion after work. i am slowly converting my playlists to all the shit that sounds so off in summer, like cat power, the microphones and smog. oh glory, to be depressed! also, if i go further east than the coffee table in front of the couch, there is a strong cat shit scent. so on the couch i doth stay.