Lilith Saintcrow

First of all, here’s an interview with Guillermo del Toro, director of Pan’s Labyrinth. (Just listening to him talking about the Spanish Civil War gives me shivers.) It’s a beautiful interview, very worth listening to. He talks about naming insects, loving monsters, and getting exorcised by his grandmother. He calls Frankenstein a beautiful metaphor (almost Miltonian) for teenage awkwardness.

It’s official. I now find this man unbearably hawt. I may have to add him next to Noam Chomsky as totally, incredibly, intellectually and hawt. It’s true what the Selkie says–geeks try harder, and they’re hotter.

Yesterday was a horrible day. You know the type of day when you wake up, open your eyes, and think, this isn’t going to end well. And the instant you get out of bed, you know you’re right. It was so bad I didn’t even want to cook. I did end up making a cake, which the pan grabbed and wouldn’t let go, so it was torn-up. I ended up calling the DHM and saying, “Guess what? You’re bringing home Mexican tonight, because I can’t cook.”

Bless his pointy little head. His response? “Sure, baby. Whatever you need.”

Add him to the list of hawtness. *grin*

I finally ended up going out to the track, doing eight laps and running for the last bit of it. I needed that. There’s something about feet pounding pavement, breath catching in the throat, cold air smashing like wine against the palate, the entire body running and alive, that manages to shake out all the badness.

Still, it took The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (love that Bogart) and a huge helping of Monty Python before I felt really okay again, and by then it was time for bed. My feeling, on laying down, was complete gratefulness that it was finally over and I could start again tomorrow.

I suppose I am an optimist. I was confident, just like Annie and Scarlett O’Hara, that tomorrow would be better. And so far, I’m right…but I’m cautious. I think it’ll take at least another jolt of coffee before I really think I’ve escaped.

Good luck, Readers. I hope your day turns out well.

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