September 2005

9/9/05
In four years, this will be the one of those Satan days. Certainly less notorious than June 6th of 2006.

Right now I'm feeling better after my week-long battle with the flu. I do have some anxiety but that's being managed with some common sense. Have I mentioned that I hope upon hope that my even keel is due to the vitamins rather than prolonged exposure to sunshine which comes with the summer?
I still think that it could be the sunlight because I started taking the vitamins at the beginning of summer and by July I started my smooth sailing.

Anyway, my anxiety comes from raddidge. My thoughts that she was disappointed in me for being caught up in my ingrained beliefs enflamed by stories of looting and destruction. Fortunately those emotions have been redirected towards the true culprits. Even that is tempered by the fact that BoingBoing's liberal fucking screeds only serve to make me feel ashamed for being like the proverbial Disney lemming by jumping on that bandwagon.

I just remind myself that when raddidge went to an office party and her boss embraced her boyfriend that raddidge wished that I was there so raddidge could do the same.

In Yer Dreams

Last night's dream was very visual. I was in an underground pet shop full of aquariums. Some had these amphibious pig rats with long tails and patches of long, greasy hair hanging down from their bodies. There were some strange eyeless lizards endlessly crawling against the glass walls hoping for escape. I can't recall much else from the dream but I did wake up with a boner.