I’m tired. Physically it feels like there’s been hot wires implanted into my muscles that snap when I move. I have to switch over a daytime schedule. I have to pamper my right arm so it doesn’t fall off during work. I’m starting to worry about syndromes and sicknesses. Trapped for seven hours on-line, I have nothing to do but stay there after and the tendons are incredibly unimpressed. They complain with swelling lines of fire. I used to wrap my damaged wrists when I was younger, I may have to again to keep myself from raised lines of carpel tunnel. Bind myself from using my mouse right handed. I watch myself get worse and then forget. Typing is starting to hurt.
It seems more people are reading though less are commenting. I’m beginning to be curious. How on earth can I keep track?
The times are a’changing. Silva‘s moving and so is Angus, they’re going to be living mere blocks from one another. More reason to leave my house heading east on Hastings. Ride towards the rollarcoaster, go into the light. My boy Alastair‘s been sending me a story seed from L.A. Nanobots and coma recovery, it’s odd and sci-fi and I suspect he’s thinking about it too much. He’s taking it into places I can’t access. I hope to see him soon, there are vague machinations for a trip down in the works. James is settling in okay as far as I can tell, we and Ray went for dinner last night then failed to see a concert. Usual fare, really, for our luck. Javina‘s going to be spending December with us. An odd thread of the general tapestry of interaction, but one that might gleam more than not. People have been associating the two of us on-line now, so now there will finally be a basis for it? In January Joseph is slinking into town, the first person to blossom me back into human. I haven’t seen him in four years. I wonder if we’re still in love, I wonder how he’s grown and if I’m still his wickedness. We messed around less than a gradeschool romance because we never had ten minutes alone. I have a feeling I’ve grown into someone he could construe as severely intimidating. It will be more than interesting, it will be discovery. He just saw my purple hair for the first time two weeks ago. “That’s you?” And, yes, Bill hasn’t called back yet, but he might soon. I was fielding calls for him all day. If nothing else, he owes me for an old friend it looks like I might be putting him back in touch with.
As a general note: If anyone would like to take the ferret out for a stroll in the park tomorrow while I’m working, it would be greatly appreciated. I’ll buy you an ice-cream cone. He’s been vaguely neglected of late, I haven’t been leaving the house much. Skatia needs more exercise than I’ve been well enough to give.
It’s time to tumble into sleep, huddle in the trenches of dream and sleep.