sniff sniff.

Even though I went swimming, my hair still smells like work. Times like these make me glad it's juat a craft store. I smell of dried flowers and cinnamon. And yarn, maybe?

The sense of smell is very much connected to my ability to remember things. It's always been that way. Hmm.

Of Days To Come

I don't like this feeling. I don't like this awkwardness. I just want it to be a good time.
Like before.

It's going to be hard to keep my mouth shut for 24 hours.

I want this week to go by quickly.

Edit:
I still dislike said awkward, but now I feel much better~

Treasure Hunting

I have an immense collection of bits and baubles that I find on the floor at work. Pieces of broken glass, stones, stray beads, bits of metal, fabric scraps, jinglebells... The list goes on.

Today, however, I found a coin. I thought it was just a wheat penny at first and ignored it, but when I picked it up, I was pleasantly surprised. The color is a little more golden than a penny, but it's roughly the same size and easily mistakable. One side has a large '50' with a flower lying in the 0, and the word groschen; the other has a shield and republik osterreich.

My epic skills of deduction led me to believe it was German, but when I looked it up after my shift I found out it was actually from Austria. 50 groschen equals half a schilling, and it was only minted in '61, so it can't be worth much at all.

But it brightened my night. The collection grows ever larger.

Obligatory Intro

My internet spazzery needed a new home - and this place is as good as any.