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Wednesday, August 25th, 2004 09:21 pmHi, dear, what's on tonight?
let's stay up and down this book,
and watch her using
burma-shave.
--MegaHAL
I admit it. Today, instead of doing something potentially useful like making several zillion more phone calls, I spent far too much of the day either reading assorted LiveJournals or reading library books with no useful purpose at all. In my defense, my mental state after a night full of long, rambling, philosophical discussions in my dreams really wasn't all that suited for practical applications.
I did make a couple of important calls, though. The doctor sitting in while my regular practitioner's on vacation thinks I need to talk over the test results with somebody, so I've got an appointment at the clinic--next month. So they think something's up, but not something urgent, which I suppose is nice to know.
Another phone call may result in my getting supercheap housing--in about a year & a half. Well, that's better than the 3-4 years another office said I would have to wait before I could even apply, so I guess this is progress. Still I need to call around in the hopes that somebody in this county has something available sooner. There really ought to be something out there for someone who's disabled and in the so-poor-it's-amazing-she's-not-homeless-yet category; but if there is, The Powers That Be certainly haven't made it easy to find.
Nothing else for me to say tonight, aside from the fact that the sound of a creaking door isn't so comforting when it's after sunset and you were sure you were the only person in the house. There's nobody in my closet, so I'll just be a good horror movie heroine and pretend it was my silly imagination. Oh, don't worry about me, I'm sure it was really just a noise from the haunted circus tent in the woods.
When the day but one;
but he noticed none of your grand gesture.
summer and winter they'll visit your grave, in shifts,
for springs were made to stand beneath the boughs
and edged our chairs up closer to the investigation of the maturing sun;
conspiring with him how to move
to be free from the north and south america. Some are closely
with disruptive patterns: if an enemy sees you,
how neatly spreads his claws,
and nearer he's to setting.
that evening i hunted
the short and powerful, and
planned another day
just longing to touch the ground
old man on the roof is a case for analysis.
let's stay up and down this book,
and watch her using
burma-shave.
--MegaHAL
I admit it. Today, instead of doing something potentially useful like making several zillion more phone calls, I spent far too much of the day either reading assorted LiveJournals or reading library books with no useful purpose at all. In my defense, my mental state after a night full of long, rambling, philosophical discussions in my dreams really wasn't all that suited for practical applications.
I did make a couple of important calls, though. The doctor sitting in while my regular practitioner's on vacation thinks I need to talk over the test results with somebody, so I've got an appointment at the clinic--next month. So they think something's up, but not something urgent, which I suppose is nice to know.
Another phone call may result in my getting supercheap housing--in about a year & a half. Well, that's better than the 3-4 years another office said I would have to wait before I could even apply, so I guess this is progress. Still I need to call around in the hopes that somebody in this county has something available sooner. There really ought to be something out there for someone who's disabled and in the so-poor-it's-amazing-she's-not-homeless-yet category; but if there is, The Powers That Be certainly haven't made it easy to find.
Nothing else for me to say tonight, aside from the fact that the sound of a creaking door isn't so comforting when it's after sunset and you were sure you were the only person in the house. There's nobody in my closet, so I'll just be a good horror movie heroine and pretend it was my silly imagination. Oh, don't worry about me, I'm sure it was really just a noise from the haunted circus tent in the woods.
When the day but one;
but he noticed none of your grand gesture.
summer and winter they'll visit your grave, in shifts,
for springs were made to stand beneath the boughs
and edged our chairs up closer to the investigation of the maturing sun;
conspiring with him how to move
to be free from the north and south america. Some are closely
with disruptive patterns: if an enemy sees you,
how neatly spreads his claws,
and nearer he's to setting.
that evening i hunted
the short and powerful, and
planned another day
just longing to touch the ground
old man on the roof is a case for analysis.
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