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5.
I remember the tubes. Big and small, mostly translucent and plastic, snaking out of your mouth, up from your arm, into your hairline. I remember thinking that the hisses and whirrs of the machines attached to them were unnerving in their regularity. I remember thinking that you, he who could not sit still, he who once managed to break a second leg ( Read more... ) -
2015
it's been ages, but part of the fun of continuing to update here long after the internet has left lj behind is that no one's reading anymore. which is kind of how it used to be, in the beginning. no ( Read more... ) -
so, 2014.
i rarely post here anymore, mostly because i think to and then move on to something else. it's a sort of affliction that plagues many areas of my life ( Read more... ) -
three years.
lost mike three years ago today ( Read more... ) -
ooh la la, oui, totally, and I was like
i want to live in a place where people converse in multiple languages, flipping back and forth every few minutes as their brains choose whichever path is more comfortable. (this might be because my mind sometimes functions like this.) i've been lucky enough to live in several places where this happens, and indeed it's happening before me at this ( Read more... ) -
archival edit.
i wrote a very lengthy post in 2009 about negativity and stress.
for some reason, i left it private.
i don't think it needs to be anymore. it's here. -
short-term memory loss.
looked back over two years' worth of lj entries. still haven't tackled several must-dos.
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on stress.
today, i have decided that enough is enough. time to jettison some things, erase others, say "no" more often and delegate. -
sandy.
the hurricane filled the first floor of mom's house with a foot of water. given that all of brig was submerged, and her house is opposite the bay, it's not entirely surprising. but you can hear the defeat in her voice. she had just redone all the floors because of a persistent water issue. yeah. she certainly doesn't have a dime to spare, either ( Read more... ) -
Paris, '12.
[This was written in September, but somehow failed to post. So I'm publishing it now.]
I'm sitting here on the train writing this because I failed to keep a promise to myself to update this. I'm kind of angry at myself for that, not in principle (because really, so what?) but because it's been one of the most interesting summers I've ever had, and ( Read more... )