Allergies

I feel like my sinuses are full of pool water again. Pain, suffering, and all that happy shit. Breathing is necessary for proper life. I must remember to remind my body of this.

Hermit

Everybody does need to detach every now and then, go on a walkabout, let the mind recover from itself and all the noisy intrusions upon it.

Everybody needs some key to set their mind back to baseline, to defrag. Mine's classic Trek books and R.E.M. and writing on my novel. Votania has hers. Ozzy snaps her back out of some moods.

Some paths, you've just got to walk alone.

Not sure when I'm getting a job. I'm sure that there are jobs out there, but I just need a space apart from it all. I should really turn off the internet and just hole up with the R.E.M. and the Trek and write my journey out through the eyes of Rose...

Best Friend

So what, exactly, defines a best friend?

Someone you spend time with, surely. Not necessarily every day, every week, every month, or even every year, but someone you enjoy the time with them you do have, even if you rarely contact each other.

Someone who cares about you for who you really are. You don't need to pretend to be someone you aren't with this person, but you can if you want to. Even so, they should see through it. You see through them, after all.

Someone who makes you laugh. Honestly, the two of you should be able to laugh so hard at the silly things that are just between the two of you (well, maybe a few others too) that you can barely catch breath, and can't even close your mouth: you should, at least once in your friendship, laugh so hard you drool. If you are someone that laughs, that is. Some people don't. I feel sorry for them.

Someone you can say anything to. After all, it's them, and you're you, and no matter what you say to them, they're still going to be your best buddy on earth, even if they don't like what it is you're saying. And they can say anything to you. You can even be pissed at them. They can be pissed at you. After you get over it, you're still best friends.

They may like watching hockey. You may despise it. You might love golf, and you couldn't get them to look cross-eyed at a wood. That doesn't matter. You're friends.

You don't even have to speak the same language, sometimes. When it all comes down to it, we each live locked inside our own heads. You might try looking through your best friend's eyes sometimes, or they yours. The world looks pretty damn cool that way.

Love isn't the sort of thing that gets in the way of best friends. You could fall in love with the same person, and then you might insist that they get first chance, but they'd insist that you got first chance. Finally, you'd flip a coin. Or, you could fall in love with each other. Wouldn't that be excellent? Never have to be afraid to tell your Significant Other the truth about everything you feel.

Or, you could fall out of love. You could still be friends, though, and that would be just grand.

Or only you might fall in love with them, but they don't fall in love with you back. They'd hug you, though, and tell you that you were still damn important to you, even if the lovestruck grin was a little annoying at times.

A best friend roots for you, even if you're making mistakes. In fact, a best friend will try and point out what you're fucking up before you fuck it up, and when you do fuck it up, won't laugh too hard as they're helping you get it all back together as best as possible.

A best friend will try like hell to never betray you, never lie to you, never cheat you on anything. A best friend will never let you betray yourself.

Morning (sick, tired)

Up late discussing life, the universe, and Tyler Durdin with Adam. Crashed around three. V would have preferred that Adam and I not sleep in the same bed, but he said "fuck it" and we put down the body pillows between us as a chastity barrier.

He kissed me goodnight.

Woke up at twenty after five and came to school for breakfast with Darkside. He returned the Illuminatus! trilogy and let me borrow Pat Wrede's Attack of the Clones while I let him read Diplomatic Immunity. Warned him not to get started unless he could finish.

Am ill. Stuff in nose is now green and has moved to lungs as well. Not good.

Came home after breakfast; slept some more. Adam put an arm over the chastity barrier and rested his hand on my waist as usual. Nice to sleep like friends & be warmed by it.

Discussed the current goings-on with Dawn, who had a few pointers.

pining for the moon

Haven't gone out and starwatched enough lately. This past weekend was full moon; coming up on the solar Beltane soon.

Something about the night relaxes and unwinds me. My soul craves coffee, Denny's, another midnight cruise with a touch of humidity to the air. That night after the movies, Adam brushed up against my hand and got the static shock. I only felt a little series of zaps; Adam's entire arm went numb for a while. He hadn't been shocked that badly since moving a large safe on carpet and grounding himself accidentally.

I shocked him a few more times, less flamboyantly.

soju says that after this, my nickname should be Pikachu. Whee, lightning-rat.

A complete waste of time

...Created myself a new userpic. I may eventually blow this up to a larger size and laminate it for hanging on a door.

Fwd: Mr. P's interoffice memos

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To: Administration
From: The Penis
Subject: Mr. P

I, the penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:

• I do physical labor.



• I work at great depth.



• I plunge headfirst into everything I do.



• I do not get weekends off or public holidays.



• I work in damp environment



• I don't get paid overtime



• I work in dark workplace that has poor ventilation



• I work in high temperatures



• My work exposes me to contagious diseases

Thank you for considering my request.

The Penis

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To: The Penis
From: Administration
Re: your request

Dear Mr. Penis:

After assessing your request, and considering the argument you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons:

• You do not work 8 hours straight.



• You fall asleep on the job after brief work periods.



• You do not always follow orders of the management team.



• You do not stay in your allocated position, and often visit other areas.



• You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.



• You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.



• You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective gear.



• It's doubtful you'll work until the normal retirement age of 65.



• You're unable to work double shifts



• You sometimes leave your allocated position before you have completed the day's work.



• And if that were not all, you have been seen, constantly entering and leaving the workplace, carrying 2 suspicious looking bags.

The Administration

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Diplomatic Immunity (pusher)

Allowed Darkside to borrow the precious volume, having read it (sadly, only once) Saturday night and very, very early Sunday morning.

He, in turn, returned my Illuminati, and allowed me to borrow his Patricia C. Wrede Attack of the Clones. Amusing, that we're exchanging Bujold and Wrede...

I gave him fair warning on starting it when he had time to finish it. We shall see tomorrow whether he hits me over the head with it when trying to return it, red-eyed and unshaven...

Tailgating

It's wrong and evil and it should be stopped.

My ex BJ used to tailgate. He considered the speed limit signs to be showing the minimum speed that one should be driving at, and would get irate at the people in front of him driving a safe and sane speed (at or under the limit) and would tailgate, fuss, fume, and curse.

We had just one car at that time: Bonnie, my cute little red '87 Toyota Tercel stationwagon. We lived about ten miles out of town, about ten miles from the bus system. In Alaska. We worked different shifts at Sam's Club: I worked bakery, five to one; he was Maintainence, afternoon shift. He would drive me to work and go back home until his shift; I'd take the car home and come back to pick him up at the end of his shift.

I told him in no uncertain terms that either he would become a polite driver, obey the posted speed signs, and cease with the tailgating, or he would no longer drive my car.

For the remainder of his time with me, his driving attitude changed remarkably.

Unfortunately, it was not a lasting effect. Last reliable contact with him, he mentioned an encounter with an officer or five of the law. He might have spent a night or so in gaol, but he managed to make himself so thoroughly obnoxious that he was kicked out of the police station. Not difficult at all for him to do: while he and I were still friends back in high school (before the romance) he and I would spend hours on the telephone. Every now and then, I would get fed up with him, hang up, and instruct my mother that if he called back, that I was not at home.

One would think that he might learn.

Medical

An old friend of my family has recently discovered a spherical fifteen inch fluid-filled cyst attached to one of her ovaries. Best information shows it as benign, but rather than opening it, draining it, and then removing it (or skewering it with a sword, Curse of Chalion-style) there will be a large incision, with the cyst removed intact.

Her operation will take place on Wednesday. 11:35 Alaska Daylight Time.

Eeeks. We've lost touch some, over the years, but.... !

I hope all goes well.