timeripple | so angels inside is the only way out

I've been gone a while. Sorry about that. I'm afraid my heart just hasn't been in Things Various and LJ lately.

First I had the hacking cold of doom No. 2, and then my valiant Anaxagoras died a sad computerly death, and then I went home for a while, and now the internet connection here is a bit unreliable. Seems like every time I go home it gets harder to leave. This time of year, you can smell the growing things in the warm night air blast when you step outside the airport. All the normal existential suckiness of April seems to have bled into May, too, which is Not Helping.

But New York does have its compensations. I bought a pair of awesome shoes last week. And thanks to the occasional and random fantastic of the public library, I have the seventh season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on hand. So it's not all woe and smashed cupcakes.

Okay, I really want cupcakes now. Note to self: don't start writing about cupcakes in the middle of the night. Really.