Last night I had a really vivid and intense dream in which I was an undercover agent working very hard to expose a sinister plot to give puppies to orphans.

Then I woke up and realized that plot's not exactly sinister.

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I've managed to pare down my belongings quite a bit, and there's still some left to do. At this point, I'm pretty sure I could fit it all I own into my van. This feeling is both liberating and terrifying.

Now I think I know why "The Persistence of Memory" is a good name for most any surrealistic work of art. Whenever I go back to Tallahassee, I am confronted by a dizzying maze of memories that warp my ability to see what's in front of me. I have difficulty seeing what is because of what once was ( Read more... )

I'm in tally now and I've been up for over 24 hours. I have time for a nap, but have only been able to fall asleep for a moment. During that moment, I dreamt that I went to a mexican food restaurant. When the waitress handed me a menu, I didn't open it, but instead asked her where she had grown up. She said she had grown up in Mexico. I asked ( Read more... )

"Sick of myself..." That's the only real way I can think of to describe it. I'm sick of my habits. I'm sick of my routine. I'm sick of all the stuff I own and how it just seems to get in the way. I'm sick, and I'm angry. So much of me definitely wants to tear it all down, pile it in the center of the room, drench it in lighter fluid and spit ( Read more... )

I'm thinking about going to MetroCon this Saturday and then maybe hitting the Castle afterwards.

Any

Well.

That ended poorly for everyone involved.

I am exhausted and drowning in emails.

If I haven't responded to you, don't take it personally. I'm working on it.

Okay, so I'm not so sure about the whole "Hell" thing. It seems a bit iffy to me. However, it has been pointed out elsewhere that each and every one of you, no matter your religious affiliation, is in desperate need of some good Karma. (Or pan-dimensional brownie points or whatever you've decided to call it ( Read more... )