Another person I know is dying.
It's a woman who I occasionally chat with about Tori Amos, who sent me a tape of B-sides once. Dying of Hep-B and an accidental tylenol overdose. They say there's still a chance she'll pull through, that her liver will start functioning again or they'll find a new one for her, but....
But.
Sigh.
It is spider season, after all.
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Well, that was a depressing way to start out an entry that I'd hoped would be a happy one. i spent a very pleasant weekend, mostly alone. I slept for about 16 hours total from Friday night till about Sunday noon, and I felt much better for it. I also cleaned my house literally from top to bottom, and now I'm luxuriating in clean sheets and the sheer visual pleasure of rooms where everything is put away. Okay, maybe i'm slightly strange, but a clean house really does wonders for my state of mind. My bills are paid, i cooked this weekend so i have leftovers to have for lunch for the next few days, and the fish are happy because I changed their water this weekend.
So that's what I did Saturday. Sunday, I went shopping and got new insoles for my boots (mmm comfy) and pumpkins. Oh, and milk. Tonight, I'm going to carve at least one of the pumpkins.
I woke up this morning to find that someone furry had pulled one of my boots down from the shelf and pulled out the insole to play with. I'm imagining it was Juniper, the cat with a foot fetish. Putting in the insole back almost made me miss my bus, but i managed to run up the hill as the 70 pulled up. The 8:35 28 was a little late, which meant i got to stand around the bus stop for a little bit, but I was at work by 9 and that's always good. What I wouldn't give for a coffee cart next to that bus stop, though.
I think i'm addicted to caffeine again. bah. I've gotta go cold turkey on that and dairy products again one of these days. It's about the time where I need to give my body a little bit of a reboot and treat it very kindly for a few weeks.
Small addictions....I wish there was a way i could drink the stuff and not get addicted to the calming and energizing qualities of caffeine.
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I have a dream journal now, and today's dream is one that I remembered because i took ten minutes to write about it right after I woke up.
I bought this hard-backed journal and a couple of nice gel ink pens to induce myself to write shit down. I might use it for other stuff, too, but it's mostly for dreams.
who knows, maybe i'll actually start keeping a paper journal again. I haven't kept a paper journal for years now, because every time I tried to I found myself not keeping it up, for whatever reason. My journals for the years i was in school were my notebooks where I kept poems. i was writing so much for those years that everything I wanted to remember ended up in a poem or a story or a marginal notation.
Mostly marginal notations, i think.
