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18 July 2002 @ 12:59 am
In the beginning was the word. Word.  
Contrary to all popular opinion, I am not dead. In Internet time, I have withered into an old man. I let a month and a half slip by without updating, and I kept regretting it every day. But at the same time, there was always too much to say - so I'll save more of it for after tomorrow's Oriental Adventures game. And for the meantime, this is more for my benefit than yours. The key phrase here is "skeletal stream of consciousness."

Long story short, left Macalester, went home to Park Falls, went insane, waited around to move into temporary place, moved into place, got family to help me purchase essentials until I got job, got job separating the dumb from the much dumber for Pennsylvania and Kentucky (I grade standardized tests til around noon on Friday, when I will, again, be unemployed), hard drive died, lost 10 gigs of irreplaceable data, source code, music, etc., got sick, went to ER -- went into hospital -- morphine is good, but percocet is better, "I don't believe in demoral, but I believe in morphine," possible Crohn's disease, leave after a week, low-residue diet, grading, angst rising, Cam's campaign finishes, go back to Marshfield last weekend to do small-bowel follow-through, seems normal, no major problems, capsule endoscopy to follow, step off of steroids gradually, eating real food again, get router yesterday, get internet today.

Summer turns me into a hermit. Having a stupid crush turns me into an introvert who no longer wants to go to tea, want to sit in my room, think about work, do nothing, et sick, grow old, die, like a cat, tied to a stick.

I miss everybody. I didn't think I wouldn't want to see people, but I kindof do. Resigned to eternal solitude at hand of cruel fate, crueler life. Eat more vegetables, cut red meat from my diet gradually. Learn to stop smoking. Lose weight - like a cat, tied to a stick.

"Women are poisonous creatures of destructive evil." --- Tess

Monitor resolution is too high --- mental resolution remains constant at CGA.

 
 
 
Abra SWcloudscudding on July 18th, 2002 09:48 am (UTC)
Cat tied to stick. Reminds me of movie.

See you at gaming.
The past is prologue: flashnemoren on July 18th, 2002 04:01 pm (UTC)
...a pig in a cage on antibiotics.
A Carnot engine of self-loathingcalypsomatic on July 18th, 2002 10:55 pm (UTC)
I miss you too!
I will come live nearby and see you sometimes.
Oυτιςerragal on July 19th, 2002 12:26 am (UTC)
Well it is after aforementioned Oriental Adventures game... and we kicked some monk ass.

Anyways, welcome back!
Um... that's all. I won't even call you a pig or a cat or something.
+Miss Anthropic+auntichrist on July 19th, 2002 11:56 am (UTC)
Completely unrelated....
but since you abandoned LJ for a month, did you at least catch the KMFDM show?
Hoc Est Qui Sumusdiscoflamingo on July 19th, 2002 03:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Completely unrelated....
sniff sniff . . . no. The only way for me to get in was a ride that was leaving work early. A brutally lame excuse, I know, but it was too late for me to get in on it. My roommate Kaos got my copies of Angst and Symbols signed by all of the current members, though. (Angst being my favorite album, Symbols being Kaos'[s]). So I still feel warm and fuzzy about it - but still, hrumph. Maybe next year.

You?
+Miss Anthropic+auntichrist on July 20th, 2002 12:23 am (UTC)
Re: Completely unrelated....
Nooo, I didn't go... Too many ex boyfriends! But one of them made sure to call me and tell me he was backstage meeting the band whilst I was at home in hiding ;) So don't feel too bad, at least you got something out of it that you can and want to keep--all I got was an ear and heartache.