Happy leap day!

lots of emails today for 29% off things, but nary a frog in sight! Which makes sense, it’s crazy cold and was snowing all night.

It’s 8:30pm and I’m tucked into bed already. My tummy kinda hurts? I dunno, figure it’s as good a reason as any to not do any work and just lie down. Today was productive in any event.

I won’t lie, I’m still hung up on old friend not emailing me. It stings, and even though I’ve stopped obsessively checking my email and resigned myself, it still stings. I suppose in the grand scheme of things it all meant more to me than him, which is an answer in and of itself.

My goal for March is lipstick and/or eyebrows. I really wanted to finish this book I was reading for Feb but it’s just not gonna happen. Instead of reading or making things I find myself just wanting to play Tetris and stare at walls. Hopefully my energy picks up once we get a bit of sun and warmth?

I was thinking today about growth and pain. Or, I suppose, pain and growth. There’s a type of Japanese repair where a broken object is repaired with gold along the broken seam, showing that there is value in our cracks. There’s also a subreddit, called ‘visible mending’ where they kind of embrace the same sense.

That is, to reclaim or repair our belongings has intrinsic value. And that wear and tear are values we should be acknowledging and celebrating and not trying to hide.

I say as I peer in a mirror at the massive zit brewing on my forehead.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. It’s just something I’ve been mulling over.

I bought an anti-pill shaving thing that removes bits of pulled fabric from cloth. I’m obsessed and now my sheets are smooth and my pillows in the living room are so happy. And it’s true, there’s a sense of pride in fixing the thing.

But it also means that I sat on my living room floor like a maniac with an electric shaver shaving my pillows.

So you know.