Blood... etymological, not menstrual.

Today's word of the day is exsanguination, brought to me by a science fiction book in which someone was exsanguinating all over the floor and making it slippery. I find the ties to the word sanguine kind of enlightening... happiness is having your sanguineus in your arteries and veins where it damn well belongs. ;) And, Jacqueline Carey fans, are you thinking of the word sangoire yet?

I have that empty-headed (in a good way: less internal noise) feeling I get after making a decision. It doesn't seem right to get any sense of peace out of making a career move as luck-driven and random as this one, until I remember how much more random the decision to come to DSB was. ( My reasons... )

See, none of it is very deep except the "design" thing, but it's getting less random. It really is.

My latest theory is that it's actually very rare to have a clue about life.

Committed

So... the offer letter was sent, and it is signed and sent back. Finally... the end of thinking. Everything is blue-grey and that's fine: clarity will come later. Serenity now.

Gonna do me some slackin' soon... some screensaver writin'... and get me some spa time.