birdspiritland | (no subject)

I went to my first Civil War reenactment event this past Sunday, and felt horribly naked and out of place in jeans and a t-shirt. Bought some very nifty things, such as pewter dice, wooden knitting needles, and some horehound stick candy. I'm one of only two living people that I know of that like horehound-flavored things. For me, it reminds me of my grandfather. He used to have a jar by the side of his armchair that sometimes held horehound drops, and he'd sometimes let me have one. He was pretty possessive of them, though. :)

I really ought to be studying more than I am for the national exam for massage, but there are so many other things that I'm doing that, at least momentarily, seem more important and/or fun and/or worthwhile to do than studying. I have a hard time getting anything done. I think that I might need someone to tell me to sit down, put on some instrumental music, and just study. I need to find a way to reward myself for getting through each chapter of the stupid study book.

But like I said, there are just so many other things that need doing. A letter to write to Kendra, for instance. Finishing the silly hat that I'm making for Gwen for her birthday. Awaiting things that I've ordered in the mail. Finding my camera and loading it with B & W film, and taking a series of photographs that I've wanted to take for a while now. Typing up a list of the different thaumaturgical paths for Elska for game. Even taking a shower feels as though I'm wasting time, but I don't care.

Anybody have a way to make me care?