not alone, even in this
Apr. 13th, 2004 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpeppertaking the usual Pagan explanation for everything fucked up about this world, there's got to be a planet in retrograde. Right and left for the past two months and especially yesterday it seems, all over my friends list and in my own life nothing but problems between people that still love each other but life and everything else is getting in the way.
When did my life turn into an issue of Strangers in Paradise? Should I just call up Terry Moore and tell him I've got his next project right here?
Well since I'm posting anyway - I went to bed at 10:30, got up at six, and got almost no sleep in the middle, I just remember constantly waking up and tossing, which I never do, or having weird dreams, or lying awake with my eyes closed, listening to the rain. Still running, but I'm so tired and my life and everything I'm running from is catching up quickly. I don't know why I'm so scared of everything.
Spent some quality time catching up with the news of the house and had a long chat with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emily_1126 about timarok (what the hell else do we talk about, ha ha?), which kinda made me feel a tiny bit better about things. Been waffling a little back and forth about my relationship to her, but I think now despite the collective drama I'm glad she's there - she's good for coffee, ice cream and mutual kvetching, not to mention a healthy dose of perspective, which I admit every so often I need.
The dead duck thatsundart gave me last night is on a shelf next to my Spooky squeak toy. I think they were destined to be boyfriends. Never mind that THEY WERE.... Anatomically incompatible, he was FLYable she just SATable... (birkwelch, if you happened to be reading, you'd better be laughing.)
Need breakfast and a shot in the head I think. Also need it to not be so rainy and nasty outside. And a pony, and $20K and while we're dreaming... *sigh*
let's just start with breakfast and go from there.
When did my life turn into an issue of Strangers in Paradise? Should I just call up Terry Moore and tell him I've got his next project right here?
Well since I'm posting anyway - I went to bed at 10:30, got up at six, and got almost no sleep in the middle, I just remember constantly waking up and tossing, which I never do, or having weird dreams, or lying awake with my eyes closed, listening to the rain. Still running, but I'm so tired and my life and everything I'm running from is catching up quickly. I don't know why I'm so scared of everything.
Spent some quality time catching up with the news of the house and had a long chat with
emily_1126 about timarok (what the hell else do we talk about, ha ha?), which kinda made me feel a tiny bit better about things. Been waffling a little back and forth about my relationship to her, but I think now despite the collective drama I'm glad she's there - she's good for coffee, ice cream and mutual kvetching, not to mention a healthy dose of perspective, which I admit every so often I need. The dead duck that
sundart gave me last night is on a shelf next to my Spooky squeak toy. I think they were destined to be boyfriends. Never mind that THEY WERE.... Anatomically incompatible, he was FLYable she just SATable... (birkwelch, if you happened to be reading, you'd better be laughing.)Need breakfast and a shot in the head I think. Also need it to not be so rainy and nasty outside. And a pony, and $20K and while we're dreaming... *sigh*
let's just start with breakfast and go from there.
