azurelunatic | the song of darkness (again)

this is the sort of day that's got chills on me -- not all the way through but the sort of high-voltage high-frequency chills that do the skin effect --- not the center but the outside, the very outer edge. Thick co-ax, that's me.

Last time I did checktemp it was a day, perhaps two, ago -- Thursday, Friday, 99.0 and 98.9, bit of a fever from the flushot Thursday.

wanting to call darkside, dying to call darkside, pining, wishing, loving...

and the skin effect again, supercharged and chilling.

98.6 F. deadon and suddenly I'm cold. a degree up from my former norm. How to reach a new balance point? my hands have allergy to pumpkingoo?

(Darkside, I'm still miffed at you for what you said to Dennis K. I know he's your best friend. That still doesn't make it right for you to fuck with his love life like that. Not to mention me. I'm still pissed. ...If you're going to tell dangerous truths, tell it all, not just half-truths that might as well be lies.)

catnip scattered like herb across the floor, cat with the munchies. lethal sundae? orange chicken, time to grok and then duplicate the recipe, the perfect tiny Chinese takeout place on the corner near the Mobil station.

heat in my hands belies the cold i feel elsewhere...