strawberry crostada and chocolate: well, fuck. My PMS has hit Defcon1 status. I've felt this brewing all day, and was trying to avoid it. I'm consuming the above substances and I think I'll try to go to bed early.

I hope you feel better soon, Connie.

Connie, I must have xposted with you last night. Feel better, soon.

So my plan of going to sleep early more or less worked. I woke up around 2 am, and was awake for a while, but went back to sleep and woke up for good at 7:30 am. I've been waking up around noon or later, so that's a major accomplishment. I've walked Frankie and fed the animals, and am about to eat breakfast myself, and then I think I'll relocate to the living room and get some shit done. My roommate is still asleep and her room is next to the kitchen with no door in between (ah, the glories of life in a shotgun).

Determined to get more done and have a better day today, PMS be damned!

My friend's house, you had to walk through her room to get to the front door, or walk through her roommate's room to get to the bathroom or the kitchen.

My house goes living room, random room, my room, small foyer with bathroom and side door, roommate's room, kitchen with back door.

"Let us design some homes without rhyme, reason or hallways!"

"Yes, lets!"

In New Orleans, things are not "designed" as much as "evolved."

I believe the narrow property lots of the city and the fact that bathrooms and kitchens became standard rather later in the architectural process informed the "design."

Sadly, this philosophy of evolutionary and passive design also seems to apply to things like levees and roadways.

DCJ, it was more like, "Let's tax property frontage, hallways, and closets!"

"Let's tax property frontage, hallways, and closets!"

heh.

I'm wearing a new nail polish and really liking it. Essie's "Thigh High" - it's a deep, subtly metallic red with some brown in it that in some lights goes almost red-copper.