Good food, good friends

good standup, ridiculously cute children (and yes, poodle on speed is a good description of the little one, but I like poodles), cartoons, a showing of Office Space, an impressive display of sharp things, INCLUDING a Darth Vader lightsaber that makes the fun noises and stuff - goddamn. That gave me penis envy right there. And hours of playing with the cutest, shyest ball python ever. I miss reptiles. I haven't played with a snake since Amarys.

Oh yeah, anzovin - we were watching the Fairly Oddparents movie on Nickelodeon, which was really kind of a tribute show spoofing kids' TV through the ages, and there was a spoof of the Peanuts' holiday special, except instead of Christmas they were celebrating Hannukah, which set up the following line: "But wait... we haven't gotten to the part where the Great Menorah rises out of the bagel patch!!!" So wrong on so many levels.

But yeah, mad thanks to htl_1126, drklord1922, and V (you've got lj, but damned if I remember your handle... or maybe you don't and I've been smoking late-night crack) for having us for the shindig. Good times...

And now for something completely different - could someone excise my uterus with a melon baller? oh, wait, someone already is. Fuck. *sigh* I should probably go to bed before my hormones turn me into a pumpkin. With rabies. And distemper. And whatever disease makes you want to feast on human flesh and listen to a lot of Dennis Leary. Crutzfeld Jacobs... except would you call it mad pumpkin disease then? The Mad Rabid Distempered Pumpkin rises from the pumpkin patch and feasts on the flesh of small children with blankets and overdeveloped senses of optimism. And for dessert, bitter Irishmen that smoke and eat way too much red meat. Which considering Mad Cow disease would really be a bite in the ass for him...

...right. Maybe I should just go to bed before I type anything else. And I got drunk yesterday - I really have no excuse tonight for the above. God, my brain is a scary place sometimes.

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I think I'm going to go see RENT tomorrow.

I'm out of it right now, for various and sundry reasons, up to and including my current hatred of my reproductive bits. Some days, the best way of dealing with that is going to see a horribly depressing movie, bawling your eyes out, and getting it out of your system. I'm reminded of a Christmas break a few years back where I was damn near suicidal and in an attempt to cheer me up, harinezumi took me to see Titanic. Yeah think about that for a second. Tifuckingtanic. (Titfuckinganic. Sorry, had to.) Believe it or not, after the bawling, I felt a crapload better... course, having Krispy Kreme donuts right after the movie probably helped too...

Anyway. That's the plan. Going by myself, too, cause... well. I hate going to movies in company and then feeling stupid for sobbing at the end. Don't get me wrong, I really do want to see this movie, seeing as the musical's a big part of the era of NY where and when I grew up, but right now, I think I need the Kleenex therapy and it's convenient.

Right. Now I'm really going to bed.

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I would just like to say that my nasal passages and my subconscious can really run off and have a big democracy cakewalk right in the middle of Tiananmen Square right now.

Seriously, though, I went to bed after posting my last entry and laid awake for a good half hour or so before finally putting myself out by trying to count far enough on my hands in binary to have to involve my toes (don't laugh, this works... if you want to add a bit of a challenge to it try to do it without counting along in decimal numbers in your head. I'm actually usually out or too sleepy to continue by the time I get to the 256 or 512 fingers... which if you average about one second per number, means I'm out in around ten minutes).

cue one of the more fucked up nightmares I've had in a while. Actually it wasn't even really a nightmare, just a messed up dream for the most part... one part of it involved jaicat stopping by with a manuscript belonging to a friend of ours and revealing that some experimental medical procedure had reduced said friend's brain to utter oatmeal and this fact was quite obvious in her writing because while her novel was well written, it lacked any soul... very odd conversation.

The bit that had me waking up in a sweat was the bit where mine and Carole's apartment had the exact layout as it does now except it was suddenly in a basement. An unfinished one. So in between our furniture there were all sorts of pipes to nowhere, insulation, dirt floors, boilers, and furnaces strewn about. That part wasn't so bad as I'd gotten over my wariness of basements long ago, but the bit where my bed was underneath and next to a particularly intricate network of small pipes was.

( morlock really doesn't want to read this bit - it involves crawlies )

So needless to say I woke up from that one shaking... Looked at the clock and was extremely pleased (yes, that's sarcasm) to find I'd only been asleep for exactly an hour and a half (dreams always feel longer than they are, ever notice that?) So here I am, at 4:30 in the morning, wide awake again. I did eventually drift back off, but it was a good half hour more of tossing.

So really, between going to bed really late last night, then not being able to really breathe right all night, having god awful dreams probably because of the blocked airway issue, i really only got any sleep between 5 and 9:30 last night. All that into consideration, and there's no way she could have known this so I'm not mad at her or anything, sundart got up this morning and didn't wake me up until it was time for her to leave for work. If she had, I would have gone with her to the mall and gone to the early show of my movie, but as it was, I had no time to get into clothes and go, and there's no midafternoon show, and I really don't want to go at 4:15. For future reference, people, I despise the whole "I thought I should let you sleep" thing - I'm one of those people that hate sleeping when other people around me are awake. (falling asleep someplace and having a nap don't count - also doesn't count if said other people are my parents or other blood relatives.) I like being the first one up and the last one down. So between that, the wonderous quality and amount of sleep I did get, the bit where I pretty much missed the movie for today, and the one nerve left I have in general, I'm a bit of a crankubus.

Breakfast now. Then another day of hating the world.

Screw that. Maybe I'll just go back to bed.

I know...

I've been posting a fuckton today. I guess I'm feeling unsually introspective or something - of course, whenever I'm feeling kinda fragile in the nerves departments I immediately want to cloister myself off in a garrett over a sputtering candle and vent all over the world. Except I don't really... Once again I have the usual troubles of writing for an audience - some of you post these amazingly long, raw speils from the depths of your head, without a care to who might be reading them or how they'll react and I really admire your ability to do that... Meanwhile I always feel caught in an elaborate fan dance of some sort where I'm too hyperconscious of other people, their histories, their dramas, the very fact that they're reading to share something like that. Which is why I keep a couple of other locked journals for really raw shit, and even then I self censor quite a bit. so it always ends up me, lost under layers of masks and two fans waved in skillful patterns so that others don't see when they change.

No wonder I identify with Hexadecimal so much... "Guardian... GUARDIAN! You have removed the one thing that keeps Hexadecimal in check... without the mask she will overload and be destroyed."

...excuse me, I need to go hunt down my ReBoot DVDs and watch Painted Windows a time or five... actually, today seems like a good day for a marathon in general. 'scuse me.

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Today was a fair amount of moping and sulking punctuated by lots of TV on DVD. Lemme just say, the notion of releasing TV series to video box sets? Genius. I hope someone's making a ton of money off of that one.

The rest of the evening I've spent with sundart... mostly watching Buffy and wanting bits of Spike. Mmm, Spike. But we also had a talk beforehand, as I was depressed to the point of being barely able to talk when she got home from work... there are a few things stressing me out right now one of which being the whole wedding concept. I was kinda relieved to find out that its been worrying her as well, for many of the same reasons. To make a long story short there may be not a wedding per se in November. I think what we both felt was that a ceremony wasn't really a necessity for us... a wedding is such a welcometothenextlevelSEGA thing, and what we both more or less figured out is that we're already on that level (if not past it), and have been for years. The other thing is that, well, the other bit of a wedding is very much a "looky here, we're all coupleded now! In front of witnesses and everything." But really... we wouldn't be telling anyone anything new. She's mine, I'm hers... and you know what? Everyone, including us, already knows that. If the friggin' area bus drivers know the both of us well enough to ask after the other half whenever one gets on to go to work, having an actual wedding ceremony at this point in the game seems a little redundant, you know?

So, that's a bit of a load off. However, this year is still our tenth anniversary, and we still plan on throwing a right shiny shindig on the date we picked. And there still might be rings and weird legalities involved. There'll just be more party and less pageantry. Stay tuned.

There's other stuff that my head's been chewing on, but that's the big breakthrough of the night... which reminds me... I should try to get to work early tomorrow so I can scan some sketches for sapphorama...