The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Just not, well.

Can't seem to move today. Having the place all to myself, I'm using it by not stirring. I realize this makes no damn sense.

Cat doesn't count.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Tiny little spasms

My left eyebrow and forehead is twitching, and has been for nearly 24 hours and I'm fucking tired of it. Tried everything I can think of and nothing helps. Napped for a while and it stopped, but now it's back.

Twitch, twitch, twitch.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Or, you could just do your job, and not mind.

For all that I put my irritations here, I can honestly say I have rejected Anger and all it's works, and all it's empty promises. Snapped at by a circ who was overwhelmed, I stayed calm and wondered at all the energy she wasted getting angry, that a calm demeanor would have saved. I shrugged and kept to my own job.

Oh, well. Our own sins committed by others are most egregious. I will simply go and sin no more.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Cancelled plans

Feeling crappy and fatigued and dizzy. Warnings expired without drama. Big disappointments.


Feh

Friday, May 20, 2011

Is that buzzing or are you just...? nevermind.

Something going on, sinuses and ears humming like mad, lots of pressure. Nauseated, dizzy, all that happy horseshit. Mold allergies, likely.

Blech and tinnitus.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Trolls? Here? Not gonna happen.

So, a random guy leaves a comment on this site, and I let it through. Then he responds again (calling me "kid" with nice condescension) and chides me for a joke about marines being none too bright, he being a former of the ilk. Proving my point. Which is why this site is closed this month, but I still write here for my own ... benefit is not the correct word.

If I've known you as a reader elsewhere for a long time, you could have gotten away with that. A jerkoff stranger whose blog I checked out and don't care to read, cannot.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

You are not invited.

Is it not clear? This is where I store my crap. Don't like it? Too fucking bad.


Shoo.