Monday, December 03, 2001
|2:00 AM|
The fog I drove through this evening was chockingly thick, to turn on my high beams was to go blind from the reflected light. I mention this because of what I saw swim out of the fog, ot came slowly as a dull red glow, and soon it began to take shape as words. It was a sign for a huge Marriot hotel, but as it drifted into sight it was monstrous. It seemed to be suspended in blackness, and it was as intimidating a thing as I have seen on the road in quite some time.
I cut myself quite badly tonight. I was digging around in my car's trunk and some blade or sharp edge took a large chunk of skin off my finger, and left it dangling. The edge that got me was covered in spill pinsol, so it was immediately unpleasent. I doused it in rubbing alcohol, and then had to dig through the injury with a pair of tweezers to see if any remnant of what had slashed me was still in the wound. It was unpleasant, to be folding back part of my own flesh, and the intense pain didn't help either. I couldn't make any noise while I was doing the maintanence, I didn't want the person who's house I was in to know how badly I had actually hurt myself.
After I was done peeling the skin off of my finger, something occurred to me about the way I smile. When I'm really angry or in a threatening mood, I smile the same way as when I am very amused. I tighten the skin around my mouth by clenching my jaw so my lips peel away from my teeth more than just being moved aside. The lips sometime catch for a second and snap away, it's an odd sensation and I'm sure no one else notices the difference. One good thing about smiling when I'm really angry is that it's one time my face is not making my emotional state universally clear to anyone looking. Vorpal understands it, he's picked up on my grinning like a maniac when I'm angry. "He's smiling and showing his teeth, but I'm sure he should be pissed at the moment. He must be preparing to tear out my throat. I better make sure that sword is still nearby"
But for people who don't know me as well this has come in handy.
I don't have this issue as much anymore, but I used to have sudden bursts of anger. I'm sometimes a bit slow at figuring particular things out. So every so often, all the pieces will fall together in my head about something at once, and if it's something I'm pissed off about then the anger is cumulative, as if I had been simmering about it since the first clue entered my head. The sudden click of a couple concepts and then a sudden rush of a couple hours, perhaps even a couple days worth of anger is suddenly pouring through me. My face contorts and I'm smiling, as if I had just thought of something really funny.
I cleaned a fridge so well today that I'll likely continue to receive praise for it for the remainder of the week. I'm happy about that.
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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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