It is strange to stare at one's own memories, and have only written words to show for them. I'm meticulous in keeping correspondence, and I can trace back friendships that occurred years ago through the saved letters I find. I have never thrown out a letter anyone has sent me, even letters from women I loved and lost. I still have them on my ( Read more... )

Apparently... I missed it.

I was too busy wandering around in a drugged out stupor caused by being unable to sleep for more than 1 hour at a stretch before my lungs stop working and my eyes seal shut.

Seriously. I am nasty sick, and have been for nearly a week.

Do I get a by on missing National Zombie Day by being an actual zombie on it?

7:30 AM: Wake up. Put on clothes.

9:30 AM: Listen to people talk at length.

12:30 PM: Graduate.

3:30 PM: ... ?

6:30 PM: Profit!

Or something like that.

There is one true earth, and it is Amber ( Read more... )

Stay alive.

In the blood, in the heart, in the soul.

Stay alive.

Some days, that's all we can do.

I have to agree with the assessment. To quote the Silent Hill comic, Dying Inside: "Mercury is in serious fucking retrograde."

( Sometimes, I wonder if fortune telling is dangerous and if the lottery is tax upon those bad at math. )

Or the lack thereof...

( I... don't know what to say anymore. )

It's something I can do.

Hey. Alive. Connected to the net again.

Yeah.

Happy birthday, one day late. Strange, how I can remember that.

In short, I am without phone or internet until next Friday.

Providing nothing goes wrong, that is.

Here's hoping.

( Yet another of my rambles, brought on by my life circumstances. I do this from time to time. Read, if you wish. Comment, if you wish. I appreciate both. It lets me know someone is hearing me. That's why we're all here, isn't it? To be heard? )