Friday, October 05, 2001
|1:26 AM|
What the hell are you doing? Well, I'm dehydrated for one thing. What I thought was my A/C going out turned out to be my body signalling "hey, you're really being stupid". It (the party body of the first part) decided that I should be nauseous and lose my balance. Once I stopped falling around my house, I went and did the dorky thing of drinking water slowly and futzing around with my computer.
Helluva a day. And I do mean "The past 24 hours, give or take". Privacy prohibits such things from being slashed across a website for all to see. It just seems that some days have more on their agenda then others. Sure, the tiny events of my life and those around me may pale in the light of other, larger, more pressing and dangerous issues, but it's what we have as far as lives and I'm going to take them seriously. Criminy, I'm obviously a bit out of it, I apologize. The past week has seen me with about 3-4 hours of sleep a night, with no chance to nap at work. Things have been done, issues resolved. But the issues continue to flow in. I turn a corner and there are a dozen waiting for me. I'm not frustated or angry. But being embroilled in such things is not what one would call enjoyable.
That's 5 minutes. Vorpal said take 10. Ugh. More water to be shot out of my skin as fast as I drink it.
A possible purpose of life may be the pursuit or enjoyment of love. And I'm implying any kind in there. Emotional attachment, rutting like animals, long distance ties, hopefully it's all growing and developing as a person with the help of someone else. I can say for certain that as far as pain goes, you've got broken bones near the top, kicks to the groin in the upper reaches, really bad spasms or cramps across the board....but it's the damn emotional turmoils that seem to last the longest, and cause the most harm. Sure, that's cliched, or just really damned obvious. But right now my arms hurt like a bitch. They are making it nearly impossible to type or pack or do anything useful, and they are almost the only thing I can think about. In a couple minutes, maybe a couple hours, that pain will fade and I won't even remember it by 3pm tommorow. But I'll still come home to an empty house, and that can bother you anywhere, and any time. Shit. I've gone over my alotted time. I'm rambling anyway. Once more into the living room.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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