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"I'm Caillou, size 7."
Dec. 30th, 2003 07:34 am
Another end of the world dream last night. O.o
I done found me a woman, and she was smart and pretty and she was with military I do believe. There was an asteroid that was headed to straight to Earth and there really was nothing that could be done about it. The government knew about this, too, but they had decided not to tell anyone. It's best to have everyone not knowing what was going on until it actually happened.
There's nothing like the magnificent spectre of imminent doom to really punch in the idea of impermanence. When you know that everything you see and enjoy will be nothing but cosmic matter soon, it becomes that much more important. Me and my woman would walk around with this constant, silly smile on our faces because everything was great. Even the things most of us hate, like traffic jams or loud children. The sky had become especially important, because, well, that would be changing too. Soon we would see a star, and it would grow into something bigger, more threatening. It was a very odd dream. There was no panic at all. Just acceptance.
One curious thing I've noticed is my sudden willingness to bed down with females in my dreams. :) I still love guys, but maybe I'm not as gay as I thought.
I've been slacking off like mad for a little while. I think it's just because I have so much to do I get way too overwhelmed and end up just vegging. This urge must be dealt with....later. >:)
Mood is still fragile, but I'm working on that. I think being quiet and being more productive might help a little.
The hits just keep on coming. Thanks a lot, Sylvan, for the wonderful cookies and Rudy and letter! Rudy sits above my TV set, staring at me balefully if I watch too much of it. :) I did notice an astonishing lack of X-Men in your best-of comics section, though. <:) The year-end letter is a really good idea, and it wasn't *that* disjointed. You rock. :) I keep wanting to write a year-end retrospective, but it's been largely hampered by fear of how many New Year's resolutions I broke. It's amazing how you usually forget all about them in March, only to have them sneak up and bite you on the ass around this time of year. Besides my two over-arching goals for this year, I think I'll keep month-to-month resolutions; the more immediate they are, the more likely it is you'll remember them. So we'll see how that goes. My room looks like an abandoned bomb shelter. I really ought to clean it.
I done found me a woman, and she was smart and pretty and she was with military I do believe. There was an asteroid that was headed to straight to Earth and there really was nothing that could be done about it. The government knew about this, too, but they had decided not to tell anyone. It's best to have everyone not knowing what was going on until it actually happened.
There's nothing like the magnificent spectre of imminent doom to really punch in the idea of impermanence. When you know that everything you see and enjoy will be nothing but cosmic matter soon, it becomes that much more important. Me and my woman would walk around with this constant, silly smile on our faces because everything was great. Even the things most of us hate, like traffic jams or loud children. The sky had become especially important, because, well, that would be changing too. Soon we would see a star, and it would grow into something bigger, more threatening. It was a very odd dream. There was no panic at all. Just acceptance.
One curious thing I've noticed is my sudden willingness to bed down with females in my dreams. :) I still love guys, but maybe I'm not as gay as I thought.
I've been slacking off like mad for a little while. I think it's just because I have so much to do I get way too overwhelmed and end up just vegging. This urge must be dealt with....later. >:)
Mood is still fragile, but I'm working on that. I think being quiet and being more productive might help a little.
The hits just keep on coming. Thanks a lot, Sylvan, for the wonderful cookies and Rudy and letter! Rudy sits above my TV set, staring at me balefully if I watch too much of it. :) I did notice an astonishing lack of X-Men in your best-of comics section, though. <:) The year-end letter is a really good idea, and it wasn't *that* disjointed. You rock. :) I keep wanting to write a year-end retrospective, but it's been largely hampered by fear of how many New Year's resolutions I broke. It's amazing how you usually forget all about them in March, only to have them sneak up and bite you on the ass around this time of year. Besides my two over-arching goals for this year, I think I'll keep month-to-month resolutions; the more immediate they are, the more likely it is you'll remember them. So we'll see how that goes. My room looks like an abandoned bomb shelter. I really ought to clean it.
