Despondency

“Gray ceiling on the Earth
Well it lasted for awhile
Take my thoughts for what they’re worth,
I’ve been acting like a child
Your opinion, what is that?
It’s just a different point of view

What else, what else can I do?
Said I’m sorry, yeah I’m sorry.
Said I’m sorry, but what for?
If I hurt you then I hate myself
Don’t wanna hate myself, don’t wanna hurt you
Why do you choose your pain
If you only knew how much I love you

I won’t be your winter
I won’t be anyone’s excuse to cry
We can be forgiven
And I will be here…”

-Your Winter, Sister Hazel

Rabid Weasels

Someone must have stuffed rabid weasels in my head, and I think they’re eating their way through to my brain. Today has not been an optimal day. But I did go down to the ACLU, and start the volunteering process. It was chaotic, disorganized, and pretty cool. And I got some tasty baklava.

Must beat on systems people until they break like pinatas, dropping their tidbits of information to share among the partygoers. Must remove rabid weasels. Must talk with real honest-to-goodness-people. Sleep would be nice too.

Drugs and Happiness

It’s a topic that’s come up on a couple of journal’s of late. In a discussion of standards for boyfriends on virtualexile‘s journal, someone else said they would never associate with anyone who did drugs, and kidkero just posted an intense, in depth, blow by blow of his first, and perhaps last, circuit party weekend. It’s brought up alot of thoughts, and I’m going to ramble on this for a bit.
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Ow, Ow, Ow, and again I say “OW!”

Cryosurgery sucks bigtime. Liquid nitrogen is so not my friend. Fortunately, it’s even less the friend of the virus that decided that the bottom of my foot was a good home for a few years, but now it needs to expand. And, hey, it sucks less than last time. Plus they’re giving me anti-viral cream to smear on the warts, so I can go 2 months before I need to come back in again. Woohoo =)

However, in case any of you ever find warts on your body, in any location, get them treated, right away. It’ll suck, but it’ll suck a whole lot less than cryosurgery on 5 times as many spots.

Nothing too deep or insightful today

Just finished lifting & aerobic exercise. I kinda like this sort of workout. It means I can workout like 3 times a week, cover both bases, and still have most of my nights pretty open. Of course, this was over lunch, but I have to get it in before they take the liquid N2 to the bottom of my feet, later this afternoon. Tends to kill my desire to do aerobic activity. =)

Hopefully this will be the last time they have to freeze the cluster of three little warts so close together. The overlapping megablister makes walking very unpleasant. Biking was doable last time, awkward, but not painful. We shall see what we shall see.

transcontinental bike plans

Originally, I thought this was a really out-there plan, and it sounded like alot of fun. Now it seems alot less out there, and even more like something I want to do. It would be late june – late august 2003. I’d be doing it by myself (though tardis has offered to semi-accompany: he’d be touring via motorcycle, and leap-frogging me the whole way.)

I’m thinking I’ll most likely do a fairly circuitous route (provincetown – boston – burlington vt – ithaca ny – cleveland – chicago – madison wi – minneapolis – denver co – santa fe – phoenix – san diego – san francisco.) over roughly 2 months (possibly a couple of extra days).

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Sunday Afternoon Nausea (aka, Saturday Night Fever)

So, I went to see Saturday Night Fever this (technically yesterday) afternoon. Free tickets, handed over by someone who had already purchased them but couldn’t make it. It kinda blew. I mean, the dancing was cool to watch, but the backdrop was somewhere between dead boring and actively annoying. Tom and I left during intermission. I intend to thank my benefactor politely, but I don’t know what I was thinking =)