Ne, ne! See the little drawing of me - the wereporcupine - that shows up everywhere? It is made by the talented young artist known as Delphina. It was part of a friendly little roleplay on the Acid Reflux forum. Just so you know, I cannot draw.
And now, it's time to take my Acid Reflux medicine and go to bed. And my shoulder doesn't even hurt! (*does the sleepy porcupine slow dance*) Hmm ... do porcupines dance the Dance of the Seven Quills? No matter - thanks for the company.
Yes! I am awake, alive, and it's not a workday! How much better could things be? My arm is almost OK today, the headache is fading, and my skin still smells faintly of Aquaman. (Evidently a fragrance series designed for heavier duty than just sleeping. Ahem.) Oh, and Yuchtar is back in alt.games.daggerfall. Life is good and I have a whole day to just celebrate it! Good morning world!
I've finally read up on SunTyger's journal. I knew from the Acid Reflux forum that she was interesting and likable, but I did not realize how fascinating she was until I read her journal. I wonder if all humans are really interesting if they dare to be honest? Probably not all, but certainly more than now.
No, I'm not going to become a stalker or fanboy or anything. Stalkers and fanboys are people in deep need. I am quite satisfied. I just think it is great that I can deeply appreciate someone who is completely different - even opposite - of me in so many ways.
Yes, it is that time of the month again. Time to pay the bills!
The ISP threw me off in the middle of paying my bills, but I don't mind much. It is state-owned; and I can easily steal back from the state if they cheat me. Apart from that little irritant, paying bills on the Net is fun and easy. There are only a few each month, and mostly the same once every three monts or so. So there is only little typing. And you always have the numbers at hand ... no worrying how much money you have or haven't.
This month, both the electricity and the telephone bills were due. The largest phone bill was ca $250. Heh. And of course there's the rent, and various fluff. After all the bills, there's around $250 left of this month's pay too. Luckily I have around $1000 lying around from earlier, so I won't exactly suffer hunger or thirst. No intercontinental flights, though! :)
My washing machine sneakily dislocated the exit tube and flooded my bathroom with dirty water. And I thought to myself: This is what livejournals are for.
And it is in my bathroom because I don't have a manor, just a basement flat. At least none of the water will drip down on the people downstairs.
In the morning, I am just happy to wake up alive and reasonably unhurt from the helplessness of sleep. When the evening comes, I face that descent again. Like a reminder of my mortality. The cheer is gone, replaced with somber reflection.
For me, to sleep is to die a little. I hate the helplessness, the darkening of my always burning awareness. In the dark, I become a fearful little porcupet, worried what unknown dangers may come silently while I sleep. Will I really wake again?
Already, I long for the morning.
Oooh, this is sooo going to help my semi-suicidal teen angst friends...