And with this utterly useless post, I am off to bed. Buenas noches, y'all!
( Oh, I couldn't get to sleep without adding more uselessness. )
Wednesday, May 19th, 2004
And with this utterly useless post, I am off to bed. Buenas noches, y'all!
( Oh, I couldn't get to sleep without adding more uselessness. )
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Wednesday, May 19th, 2004 06:47 pmSomebody please remind me to make an eye appointment tomorrow. I'd hate to delay this further and find out that, as with the dental benefits, my medical program has decided to offer ophthalmological services only to children and pregnant women. Surely nobody wants me to have to get pregnant just so I can see a doctor.
Today I finished up something that's felt like a huge weight on my chest (not shoulders; weight on the shoulders would allow me to breathe easier than this). Do I feel better now? Eh, immediately upon finishing, another necessary thing came to consciousness which took its place as the weight on my chest. I would prefer not to make a habit of this. A life as one of those people who always has to feel majorly stressed about something really does not appeal.
I met someone. I said goodbye to someone else. Some things which could be going horribly are instead turning out surprisingly well. Other things which could be going well are instead falling to pieces. This is called "life" and I have violently mixed feelings about it.
You all nearly got a rant from me a few hours ago. I'd made the mistake of looking at some news articles, you see, and there are few things that'll get me foaming at the mouth more than people telling me that war is peace and freedom is slavery and ignorance is strength. Instead of ranting, I decided to get offline and read more science fiction stories. Good move. Reading histories that could have been and never were helped to bring perspective. Tonight I can watch the final episode of Angel in peace and save the foamy ranting for some other day.
Today I finished up something that's felt like a huge weight on my chest (not shoulders; weight on the shoulders would allow me to breathe easier than this). Do I feel better now? Eh, immediately upon finishing, another necessary thing came to consciousness which took its place as the weight on my chest. I would prefer not to make a habit of this. A life as one of those people who always has to feel majorly stressed about something really does not appeal.
I met someone. I said goodbye to someone else. Some things which could be going horribly are instead turning out surprisingly well. Other things which could be going well are instead falling to pieces. This is called "life" and I have violently mixed feelings about it.
You all nearly got a rant from me a few hours ago. I'd made the mistake of looking at some news articles, you see, and there are few things that'll get me foaming at the mouth more than people telling me that war is peace and freedom is slavery and ignorance is strength. Instead of ranting, I decided to get offline and read more science fiction stories. Good move. Reading histories that could have been and never were helped to bring perspective. Tonight I can watch the final episode of Angel in peace and save the foamy ranting for some other day.
Spoiler-Free Review of the Angel Series Finale
Wednesday, May 19th, 2004 10:05 pmEpisode was much too short. It should have been at least 22 hours longer.
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