Day 510: Butterfly in Raybans

That Gaëlle one's good, isn't she? I was treated to a second helping last night. We have decided how the world should be and what we're doing about it. I'm glad about that. Strap in, then, everyone. Shit's about to get BETTER! 

Gaëlle has managed to cure my eyelid eczema with wisdom alone. Apparently, when you put honey into boiling water, it releases toxins and if you're sensitive to them (as I am), it's quite common for it to cause irritations. 

Tiny disco turtle

When I get eczema (which is very rare indeed), it seems to be eyelids (mostly right side) and a tiny patch on my wrist (also currently right side). I've had it on my waist before... tiny weeny little buttons of it... and I think the regular cracking around my mouth is that too. Let's see what a hot-honey-free existence brings. Let me just clarify... I am actively welcoming attention from hot honeys in the figurative sense (if that's you, take note). Just not actual bee honey heated above a certain temperature. Just so we're clear.

Goth Squirrel (superhero)

I am blessed with an abundance of work, to the point where I'm a little wide-eyed, but very grateful. Thank you, everyone who's giving it to me. Do keep it coming, please. I love it. I love working... that's so very lucky. I'm blessed with friends like you wouldn't believe. And much more, some of which I'm hesitant to write just yet. It'll come when I'm ready.

My coach is busy changing my life with me... that's good, isn't it? And I'm learning stuff and being spoilt with the abundance of ideas that keep flowing and of offers coming in. I have an embarrassment of offers of places to be.. AND I'm still looking for the one that takes me by the solar plexus and shakes me like a doll. That one, I'll go for. 

I don't care who you are. Don't fuck with me.

Who knows of a fabulous jungle-based project I can be useful to for a little while (a couple of weeks or months). Dec-Jan would be good, but failing that, later in the year is also fine. I make a plan, yes? Yes.

The Red Squirrel. I've been meaning to see that for almost twenty years. I watched it. When I lent it to Victoria Sandison a few years ago, it came back with a note on it that said 'You Fucking Weirdo'. I'd been going to throw it away, convinced that I'd never watch it. That note convinced me to hold onto it. I now understand what she meant, though not all the bits of the film that made her mean it. 

The Red Squirrel is the weirdest Spanish lesson I've ever had. I quite liked it. I've often wondered what it would be like if someone cut part of their cheek off with unfeasibly long scissors. Now I know. I bet that was a scene that brought ripples or gleeful groo from crew and cast. Eeeeeeeeee! And kind of funny too, when it's done to make a point (though quite what point, I'm still a bit confused about).

I had good seat karma in the library today. I kept the seat karma going as we left. 

PS... in case you hadn't noticed, I seem to be a bit wildlife today. Fly, little grasshopper mind, fly like a... well, there's quite a lot of choice here. I was in a monkey mood to start with. The monkey didn't even make the final cut. They do fly, though, so that works. Imagine a monkey flying, imagination, and fly like that. Meta.