other side of March

keep trying to post, think deep thoughts, but when I open the file to write - nothing comes out. except groan.

my age is catching up with me, I think, and I have no idea what to do about it. I am not ready to be forty. well, sometimes, I am - I wouldn't want to be born later and miss stuff that I lived through. it's just... weird. I am the same that I've always been, more bitter and angry, but the same. and yet - forty? and in ten years I'll be fifty. but the scariest thought is not that I am getting older, is that my parents are...


and on the completely unrelated stuff;

I fell in love with this song

"Jenia Lubich - Russian Girl // Женя Любич - Russian Girl (Official video) clip" (Watch on YouTube)

and now I wish I could do a vid about Dottie Underwood with this song. In my head it is hilarious.

Last read book: The long Way to a Small Angry Planet, by Becky Chambers. Awesome. Little bit of Firefly (small tight-knit crew of a small spaceship), little bit of Star Trek (galactic politics, inter-species relationships, regular work), scifi series in a novel form. fascinating, warm, intelligent, comforting, fun.