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Location: Home.
Listening: "Kangaroo" by This Mortal Coil.

On the tail end of much weekend activity (which included my love's birthday and the presentation of my gift) and dreading returning to work tomorrow. Weekend reporting will occur tomorrow as I will no doubt need something to do while attending to the various tasks that require about 1/100th of my brain capacity. I say this, yet I contemplate waitressing in my next job incarnation, to give myself a more flexible schedule and do something low-stress. I now think that the lack of constant mental challenge involved (not that I'm dissing wait staff, Good God no, but I won't have the chance to read about ancient history, really, while waiting for an order to come up) would cause more stress than I previously thought. Lord.

Spent some time playing with Photoshop this afternoon into evening. Came up with a few interesting doodles and photo alterations that I might share later. I was whining to Peter the other night that, artistically, my mind runs in very linear patterns. Much more Rothko than Kandinsky, as I put it. This has always bothered me, as I see it as indicative of some inherent limitation of creative possibility. He didn't seem to find anything wrong with it and encouraged me to explore it further, so I opened up Photoshop this afternoon and began to play with shapes and color. I translated all of my little paint color cards that I got at Home Depot week before last into custom colors in the Photoshop palette--and I think that only one or two aren't spot on. I'm very proud of this and wrote their HTML codes (Photoshop provides that automatically, which is very sweet) on the backs of the cards. I plan to use three or four of them in my website renovations. Of course, they're all from the Ralph Lauren Home Collection, so that might be problematic in the "yuppie derivative" vein, but I frankly love Ralph Lauren, so perhaps I've always been a yuppie and am self-loathing. I just think the man has excellent taste.

But I digress. I then used my custom colors to create some little abstract pieces involving squares and rectangles and fun with negative space. I was very happy with one of them and planning on posting it, until it struck me what was familiar about it. It looks like a wood duck. An abstract wood duck. Brilliant. So it still needs some work, as I'm not striving for cubist representations of wildlife just yet.

On a health note, my face is healing slowly. I've been on my antibiotics for about two full days now, and there's progress. I have to finish the bottle, though, and it's huge. Ick.

Peter is playing with LEGO, and I'm debating watching All The President's Men, which I rented at Blockbuster last week. I shampooed the back hall carpet when we returned home from spending last night at Austin's, so feel that I've actually done housework for the first time in a while. Still toying with the notion of taking up a musical instrument and still can't get away from the violin. I keep telling myself that the bass will be much easier and quicker to learn, but the violin keeps poking at me. Rather like wood ducks, apparently.

I'll close with a typical exchange from 1260. While listening to "Kangaroo" by This Mortal Coil just now, I was reminded of another Absurd Modern Rock Quote from the song:

I want you. Oh, I want you.
Like a kangaroo.

When I first noticed this, I confirmed with Peter that the man does indeed say "like a kangaroo". He doesn't get it either.

Just now, as the line came round, Peter looked up from his LEGO and said "Leigh, I want you. I want you like a kangaroo."

I replied "Does that mean we have to box first?".