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rmTomorrow at noon a dude is coming over to hopefully fix my computer and at least recover my data. But hopefully the whole thing gets solved as it’s a bit of financial drama otherwise. So I’m going to bed soon to get up early and clean, because one must be hospitable to the tech dude.
My health insurance card came! I keep staring at it like it’s from Mars. I can go to the doctor!!! But I hate going to the doctor. But now if I get any mystery illness or hurt myself on a horse, I’m not totally screwed. I suppose I should do some basic check up stuff, but really who wants to hear about that?
I've spent all day intensely distracted by sexual fantasy. Which is sort of totally odd in that a) I’m on the rag and feel like hell and b) the foci there of was new and a bit odd. Who knows. To say I’ve given up trying to figure out what goes on in my mind would be an absolute lie, but you know…. Hrrr. It just seemed so inorganic and sudden. Very odd.
Have to drop by Central Casting Monday as they want to retake my photo for who knows what reason.
Wow there’s this really angry eagle owl on Jay Leno right now.
You know what I haven’t done in ages, is go dancing. And I know that’s because of the whole club/vibe/scene is alternately either intensely irritating to me or intensely boring (ah, I do miss Mother, which was rarely either). But the fact is, I love to move, and I don’t just do it well, but powerfully. I used to go alone a lot, just to dance, until it would become a social emeshment, then I’d do that for a while, then be sick of it and then stop doing it again. Maybe a night out and recognizing not to repeat it with any frequency would be a good thing. And oh, you know, the last time I was in New Orleans, I never went dancing… maybe there’s a night out for me there.
Okay, think good thoughts for me and the ‘puter tomorrow.
My health insurance card came! I keep staring at it like it’s from Mars. I can go to the doctor!!! But I hate going to the doctor. But now if I get any mystery illness or hurt myself on a horse, I’m not totally screwed. I suppose I should do some basic check up stuff, but really who wants to hear about that?
I've spent all day intensely distracted by sexual fantasy. Which is sort of totally odd in that a) I’m on the rag and feel like hell and b) the foci there of was new and a bit odd. Who knows. To say I’ve given up trying to figure out what goes on in my mind would be an absolute lie, but you know…. Hrrr. It just seemed so inorganic and sudden. Very odd.
Have to drop by Central Casting Monday as they want to retake my photo for who knows what reason.
Wow there’s this really angry eagle owl on Jay Leno right now.
You know what I haven’t done in ages, is go dancing. And I know that’s because of the whole club/vibe/scene is alternately either intensely irritating to me or intensely boring (ah, I do miss Mother, which was rarely either). But the fact is, I love to move, and I don’t just do it well, but powerfully. I used to go alone a lot, just to dance, until it would become a social emeshment, then I’d do that for a while, then be sick of it and then stop doing it again. Maybe a night out and recognizing not to repeat it with any frequency would be a good thing. And oh, you know, the last time I was in New Orleans, I never went dancing… maybe there’s a night out for me there.
Okay, think good thoughts for me and the ‘puter tomorrow.
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