Good Things, Bad Things

Bad Thing: My left leg hurts in an interesting way every time I stand up or take a step.
Good Thing: It's a gorgeous day.
Bad Thing: A script was mysteriously not working this morning.
Good Thing: I poked it and it works now.
Bad Thing: The train was late.
Good Thing: I got to finish the Earthsea Quartet while waiting for and on the train.
Bad Thing: It took ages to find the library books I have to return, and I think I missed one of them.
Good Thing: I have tomorrow off.
Bad Thing: The cat scratched my arm in hopping onto the bed this morning.
Good Thing: She was extra-affectionate all morning to make up for it, and my t-shirt is covered in cat hair.

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From sciamachy:

1. What is the smell of success?

Orange and chocolate.

2. What is the taste of defeat?

Ashes, when one can be bothered about it, and rice cakes when not.

3. What colour is geekiness?

A sort of beige-grey at first glance, and multicolored with metallic flecks if you look closer.

4. What does grief look like?

Clear, almost transparent, but obscuring everything.

5. What is the sound of death?

A cry cut off half-way.

My five:

1. What is the scent of Friday?
2. What color is a cramp?
3. How does the sky taste in winter?
4. How does understanding sound?
5. What is the texture of resolution?

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Livejournal is quite stunningly silent today. Are people having trouble accessing it, or what?