August 3rd, 2001

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sore throat

It's been going around the household. I seem to have gotten it. Sis has it the worst; she walked home in the rain Sunday night and toasted her immune system.
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...about administrative crises pertaining to the new roommate situation; about shopping as a WHOLE family for a new couch.

About the ice sculptures in Fairbanks combined with the Aurora to make some really weird and beautiful light effects in the fog and mud flats and ice and it was so beautiful., colored lights everywhere, like at a dance, reflecting off the fog, reflecting and shattering in the ice, sweeping everywhere. I'd recommended the view to everybody, having seen the simple version, but never seen it like this; now I knew what all the hyperbole was about, and I liked it that much too.

you've only casually glanced at it before, woman, and yet you've been recommending it; open up all your senses and really see it for what it is that you've been recommending; you will like it.
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Typing for Slackerprep

He's back.

Not so long ago, I was bitching about this guy who was in my class group, the slacker whose paper I was typing. (For money, of course.) Why? Because he's a manipulative SOB, I can type, he knows I can type, I can edit like hell, I needed the money, and I wanted to laugh my ass off at him.

How much content can you get, in all seriousness, out of the mental game of golf?

But today I typed for him again. He always leaves things until the last minute, when he cannot possibly get them done. He spent last night writing the paper. I came in with my laptop this morning and just whipped the thing out -- the worst part was reading his handwriting. The best part was pointing out certain spelling and grammatical errors to Darkside. Slackerprep isn't getting the automatic grammar-scrub this time -- for one thing, this time he was crashed out asleep on a couch in the TV area because he'd been up all night; for another, because it was a rough draft; for a third, I wanted to see his face when I pointed out the things to him.

Amusement value.

Darkside and I had extensive opportunity for laughter.

Slackerprep still thinks I'm awesome and cool and majorly nifty.

When he graduates and gets a job, he'd damn well treat his secretary like the treasure she is, or he is going to be so screwed.
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    computer lab
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Not sure what's going on.

Darkside's been very tired lately, and today I was typing, so we weren't much company for each other, but we did get some good giggling about his RPG of the moment in.

The absolute and utter passion has cooled down for the moment, but there's still the very solid friendship.

What's going to happen next?
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Your past life diagnosis: I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.
You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Ukraine around the year 825.
Your profession was that of a leader, major or captain.Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Timid, constrained, quiet person. You had creative talents, which waited until this life to be liberated. Sometimes your environment considered you strange.The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
It always seemed to you that your perceptions of the world are somewhat different. Your lesson is to trust your intuition as your best guide in your present life. Do you remember now?
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from out of the darkness steps deep trouble

I haven't been getting enough sleep lately, and today it finally hit me with an industrial-strength hammer. I was tired when I went to work, as I hadn't gotten the two-hour nap I usually squeeze in, and I had only gotten four/five hours of sleep...

Half an hour into work, I was taking thirty-second naps every thirty seconds. That was fine when my mind was just blanking out and the new phone call would wake me up and I would talk or cancel it if it was an answering machine, but when I started dreaming...

I woke up to find that I'd just told a guy that the fleas on the cat in his doghouse did not count for people between the ages of eleven and seventeen living in his household.

It was at this point that I decided I'd better go find a supervisor and get sent home sick, but it took me half an hour more to wake up enough to get out of my seat and find someone.

When I got home, I hallucinated out loud for a little while before finally crashing on the couch and sleeping. Dude tells me that I woke up at least twice while sleeping, though he was trying to keep me from waking up, but since I don't remember waking up in the middle of it all, I guess I must have been very very out of it all.