I just woke up looked at the clock and freaked because it said 7:30. I thought it was the morning so I popped out of bed and ran into the living room turned to the TV to look at the news and Malcolm in the Middle was on and I realized that I'm safe. Jesus Christ! I got sunburned yesterday.
I was up till noon making a collage. This is the pattern and result.
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07/25/2004 21:00 #33411
late fear07/24/2004 03:31 #33410
malarkey07/23/2004 03:46 #33409
third person dreamThe king made an announcement to all the people in the city that he had put 3 million dollars in a building across the bridge and who ever got to it first could have it. All the people rushed to the bridge. The women had scarves hiding their hair.
There were thousands of people all rushing and crowed together on one small and long bridge. Then a storm came and the bridge collapsed. The destruction was terrible and many died.
The few who did make it to the other side were having trouble getting into the building. Their spirits were crushed because of the death friends and family. They milled around exterior of the building desperately seeking a way inside.
Inside of the building was one man with dirt and plants. The building was a greenhouse. The king had lied to the people. The man inside knew of the lie. He was nervous and antsy. He could hear the people outside. He got crazy and started to bang on the door but he was locked inside.
One woman on the other side of the building heard him and banged on the door on that side of the building. This door opened for the interior man and he let the woman inside. When she could see that there were no riches she despaired and told the man thousands had died. Then the man despaired as well.
There were thousands of people all rushing and crowed together on one small and long bridge. Then a storm came and the bridge collapsed. The destruction was terrible and many died.
The few who did make it to the other side were having trouble getting into the building. Their spirits were crushed because of the death friends and family. They milled around exterior of the building desperately seeking a way inside.
Inside of the building was one man with dirt and plants. The building was a greenhouse. The king had lied to the people. The man inside knew of the lie. He was nervous and antsy. He could hear the people outside. He got crazy and started to bang on the door but he was locked inside.
One woman on the other side of the building heard him and banged on the door on that side of the building. This door opened for the interior man and he let the woman inside. When she could see that there were no riches she despaired and told the man thousands had died. Then the man despaired as well.
07/22/2004 04:07 #33408
Can you feel from inside yourself?I'm drinking a cold glass of milk and trying to feel it going down. I feel a pain in my belly because of the ibuprofen, I'm hoping the milk will help. I can feel myself swallow, contractions around thick cool liquid in the back of my throat forcing it down into my stomach. I can't feel it after I swallow. I wonder how long it takes it to get down to my stomach?
Nerves inside the body are foreign to me. I don't know jack shit about them. I know when I'm sick but how? What sends the sick signal to my brain? What is the difference between the sensation of touching from the outside and pain on the inside?
Nerves inside the body are foreign to me. I don't know jack shit about them. I know when I'm sick but how? What sends the sick signal to my brain? What is the difference between the sensation of touching from the outside and pain on the inside?
07/22/2004 03:29 #33407
DosageThe ibuprofen bottle reads
Adults: take 1 tablet every 4 to 6 hours while symptoms persist. If pain or fever does not respond to 1 tablet 2 tablets may be used but do not take more than 6 tablets in 24 hours unless directed by a doctor.
I read that right after downing 4 tablets so that makes at least 8 in 7 hours. I'm hoping that this damn swollen lymphoid will go down by tomorrow. I brushed all the white crap off my tongue except for the stuff in the very back, that I couldn't get to. It made me gag. I think I'm going to go sit in the shower for a while.
I haven't left my apartment in 2 days now. I need to get up to north campus and take a look at Photoshop and aftereffects and devise a game plan for this workshop next week.
I've been reading Flannery O'Connor courtesy of Sticky. Ms. O'Connor sure as hell didn't doll her characters up. Her writing is depressingly realistic. These stories are giving me a different perspective on the environment my parents must have been born into back in 1944.