Feeling: Primal. Grr.
Listening to: The Wedding Planner on TV (ahh, home with digital cable)
Reading/Watching: Lala. She thinks I'm an owl.

Okay, now this is depressing. I took the test again, and this time, I got Walrus and Hippo.

So the total? A toss-up between Elephant, Walrus, and Hippo. I am joining Weight Watchers tomorrow. Especially now that I'm thinking about that snippet of Fantasia with the hippos and elephants in tutus.

Lala thinks I'm an Owl. Go figure.

Then I took it over, putting in all my second choices, and got Mountain Goat and Sheep, and those are definitely not me (hence why I refuse to link them). But the fact that I'm so caught up in this is proof that I'm probably a rare breed of ninnyhammer.

Oh, and I found a bunch of Georgette Heyer paperbacks on e-bay! Happiness. She's the one who led me to Jane Austen. I need to get These Old Shades and Devil's Cub for Bri to read.

Sorry for getting all mooshy-hearted on y'all yesterday. Music does that to me, it triggers intense memories.

Plus I have a problem. I want to be in love. I want someone to wrap my heart around. I just don't want to have to choose from the people I know right now. (That's usually the problem, I settle for dreaming of whoever's available, re-shaping what I think I want to fit that person.)

So I'm being stubborn. Holding out for a knight in shining armor who knows what I need and is able (and willing) to give it. I deserve that.

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