days, camels, meanings, leavings, days, camels

[idan_cohen]

Another day, another pack of Camels. Another low level quiescence of meaning, another fruitless search high and low for whatever I feel quite strongly I am looking for. Kupek wrote, Poker, pot & booze could help me wipe away these blues, and I suppose this would apply in this situation as well, but I have neither of the latter at hand at the moment

Comments

[tyoko]

My internet connection will be cut off sometime today, so I shall be brief:

I think you should at least have some sort of blog open, not because it has any meaning, but because of the very selfish reason that I want to hear about you.

Honestly, if your blog isn't fulfilling any more, or you've lost track of what you are trying to say with it, then this is a fair thing and you should close the blog and start afresh. However, a blog is more than just an outlet, but a form of communication with other people on the end, some of whom would still like some method to at least tease you about your punctuation.

Okay, so maybe that wasn't so brief. Maybe I can just email you occasionally instead?

Also: I'm wondering what terrible truth you stopped yourself from saying. Do I want to know?

[kaura_nighthawk]

The tarot was originally designed for card games anyhow. I'm sure it only takes a little tweaking of the rules to play poker with them.

Also, I've always been suspect of compliments made in the past, if only because Pratchett made a good point in Night Watch that the past you isn't you- it's a little twit with only some of your memories, and has yet to take as many beatings as you have, so what the hell does he know? Get your validations hot, fresh and present- do something worthwhile now, even if it's as small as impromptu comedy on the street corner with a rubber chicken, some vaseline and an innocent bystander.

...well, maybe that isn't so small. But you get my point, I think.

And if it's an audience yer looking for, show up more often in IRC, man, and tell us t' review something. Or, better yet, join me in the madness- I could use another collaborator for NaNoWriMo, if only because misery loves company.

dude, I know how you feel

[lady_thundercat]

I felt rather gloomy sometime around six p.m. so I just went to sleep, and now I'm up, smoking my lungs out, realising that another day, another pack of Camels is an accurate description of my life... but not the only description.
Reading what you wrote... man.. it does something to me, you know? makes me think instead of studying physics... Reminds me of things I'm better off forgetting, like the fact that I spend most of my days running like a maniac from that emptiness...
What I'm trying to say here is thank you for writing...