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  Was That A Spider?

9 March 2001

12:00 PM: I think it was. Or maybe a very small mouse. Or a big mouse wearing some kind of incredibly advanced camouflage outfit, like that thing the alien wore in Predator. Which would be scary, because a mouse, bad enough; a scientific mouse, big trouble.

Oh hello. See, remember I had all of this work to do? I still do. Well, I've been doing it since about this time yesterday. There was a short falling-over-sleeping somewhere around 7 PM yesterday I think. I also ate Indian food (was OK not great, but delivered so no complaints). That mitigates a little. But otherwise I'm running on tea and fumes right now. I think the heat is on. No, not like the song. That heat is way, way off now. It's all cold. I mean the burning gas device in the front room, I think it's still running. With these hot and cold flashes I can't tell anymore.

I'm so wasted I don't even know for sure if I'm asleep or not.

Did not go to the 4 Star again last night, to not see the latest double feature in their "Hidden Dragons" festival. Bad things keep happening to make going there seem a poor choice. Normally I would say, well thank bob at least it wasn't another earthquake this week. (The week of the Seattle quake I was going to go with Veronica, but her company does earthquake-related stuff so they went all crazy busy and that ended up being put aside. Not to mention I was in my perpetually really-really-late state with work myself anyway.)

However, considering this week's Not-4-Star event .... I'd take the quake. This is all very elliptical but that's how it goes in the Martial Arts & Journaling Life sometimes. Just say I'm back to the small bag of popcorn again. Well, except for when I feel like pigging out. Which is pretty often, actually. But I'm trying to convey something metaphorically here, so let's not get bogged down in petty reality, all right?

I think I am asleep. Are you? Like whoah, what if I dreamed that I wrote this, and now you're dreaming that you're reading it, but it never really happened? That'd be a total trip.

Maybe I should go be quiet now. OK.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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