May 16th, 2016

dragons got fangs!

The minor fall, the-- minor lift

How does the universe tell you to clean your flipping desk (or Ikea table, as per) already? By moving your hand that silly millimetre that sends a cup of chocolate soy milk and dark chocolate milk flooding across its surface. Is now clean, very clean, but I need a new mouse pad because the 'never throw anything out' anime mousepad isn't where it should be.

Took a bunch of Tanizaki and Kawabata translations to BMV last week. They train their guys to sneer at whatever comes in, I swear it. This guy flipped through all the books, dropping the ones whose spines were cracked (not that I'd noticed) and unearthing three random bookmarks and a set of dateless Canadian stamps. So yeah, six dollars in cash and four dollars in stamps. Not to be sneezed at.