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14 January 2007 @ 11:00 pm
Ow. Oooow.

That's the last time I try to keep up drink-for-drink with Vila. My head is killing me.

Where is everyone?

Shit. Did I get left behind to "watch the ship" again?

Crud. I'm going to go find some breakfast.
31 October 2006 @ 09:37 pm
Once again, a certain anniversary passed almost completely unnoticed. Thank god for that.

I wonder where he is, these days? I don't even know if he's still alive.

Time to go eat chocolate and imbibe in an unhealthy amount of booze, I think. That's the closest thing that I have to a tradition...
08 October 2006 @ 06:38 pm
You would think that, after all these years, I'd have gotten used to the insomnia.

Nope, not yet.
29 September 2006 @ 10:29 am
Another prompt from b7friday - What if...

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29 September 2006 @ 09:21 am
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming way late to the party, but I was reading the archives and this one fell into my head wholesale upon encountering an old cue (the five senses) and I'm not one to ignore that sort of thing. A Cut TagCollapse )
27 September 2006 @ 03:08 pm
I need to go through my things more often. I just found an old portfolio I'd forgotten I had and half of my supplies. Thank heaven for pleasant surprises - unlike that half of an egg sandwich I found jammed behind the fridge, last week. Yuk.

That's this evening taken care of, then. A hot cup of something and my sketchpad...
26 September 2006 @ 11:13 am
Alright, I'll talk about it, Vila - but only here. Maybe I'll share this with you, sometime. In fact, I think I'll have to, eventually.

What did I see in that Dorian guy, anyway?Collapse )
My unconscious mind is being far too active.

I had a strange dream, and now I'm abso-bloody-lutely awake in the middle of the night. The detailsCollapse )
24 September 2006 @ 10:00 pm
I've had my heart broken three times. One of these days, I'll have to write about them, I suppose, if only to remind myself of what to avoid next time I get entangled. But, right now, I smell coffee...
19 September 2006 @ 08:35 pm
If a friend of mine told me that she routinely had dreams about very large guns indeed, I'd tell her to get help. But, in my case, it's just another day and "Maybe I should jot that down for Dayna."

At least waking up abruptly is a good excuse for cocoa. I'd give my left arm for some real milk. This synthetic stuff is terrible. I think, however, I'd get lynched if I tried to keep a cow around here - even a little one. Although I bet there wouldn't be any complaints when the veal got served. People can be such hypocrites, especially about their food.

I'm going back to bed. Maybe I'll get back to sleep before dawn.