My dreams last night ran an ad for a video game. Twice. Seriously, the narrative would get interrupted to bring me a commercial for something called “CLAW” which began with a young boy shooting a golden zebra with a bow and arrow, then followed this kid as he sort of devolved into a monkey, hunting […]
Monthly Archives: September 2007
So one of my media mail boxes, full of books, died on the way out to me. It was shipped in a plastic bin, with one side missing. A number of the books are undoubtedly gone–the box was jammed full, and now it isn’t. And I’m pretty okay with that. I don’t know what I […]
The anti-nausea drugs are awesome. It’s weird, but I didn’t actually expect them to work, somehow–even though I know that the brain and the body are pretty much the same thing, for some reason it seemed alien that a loathing of food brought on by Bleak Despair(tm) could be stopped by mere anti-nausea drugs. As […]
Anti-anxiety drugs in this case–something called Hydroxyz pam. Apparently you can’t call in a controlled substance across state lines, so this and an anti-nausea are the best my doctor could do for me until I get back home. Still, at this point, I will happily take what I can get. (Why, yes, I will be […]
Well, the plane ticket’s bought, my dear friend Deb* is waiting to offer me the crash space, the car will be shipped–no, dear readers, I may have made some very VERY stupid mistakes recently, but trying to drive back across Texas on my own in this state is an idiocy too far even for me–and […]
Well, if I’m going to get any damn use out of this at all, it’s only going to be by keeping careful notes. This is my personality in a nutshell, I suspect–even at the lowest point of my entire life, the little scientist keeps on scribbling, and the storyteller keeps on figuring out how to […]
The nice thing about hitting rock bottom, I gotta say, is that you genuinely learn who your friends are. Who’s gonna save you, and who isn’t. I have an astonishing number of friends. You hear yourself whining, and you can’t stop, and you despise yourself for it, and they just keep listening. I first realized […]