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Feb. 8th, 2005 08:41 pmFeelin much better. I still think I'm having repercussions from my adventure of my favorite year,not. Something akin to depression. Hell, it might even be depression. I have a very hard time with subtle emotions, ask any one I've dated. But at least now it's coming and going, with more frequency on going.
I've started to move some of my old projects out of my bed room. Frankentein Clock is still running, god knows how.. and keeping better time. Just a couple of more tweeks, and it'll be a good hall clock, long as I don't ever ever ever move it.
I think I need to rebuild my antionette. It's a small aircraft that won Paris' first long distance flight award. It was doing fine, till I had all these people living in my apartment.
Yes, I blame YOU for me feeling better.. so THERE. I'd take the credit, but I have such a hard time with emotive things involving myself. And if you're wondering if I'm talking about YOU, then all you have to do is ask yourself if it could you. Then it probably is.
Like Rowan pointed out, we are blessed in the world that knows and loves us anyway. And that is certainly true about me, specially since it's coming spring, and Pan may be on the rise. Though he's getting to be such an old goat.
Anway, in about 9 minutes, I'm going home.. or somewhere.. Probaby kidnapped by Barbarossa, my friend the writer, who no longer has a barbarossa. Somethin tells me that I'm gonna be back an writing here real soon.. maybe a week. because there's this little voice that says
"Snark was dreaming... he was dreaming he was lying in a big green feather bed, and all the light was green and every he looked he saw green in all of the shades that green can be..."
So.. the story obviously does not care if I'm miserable.. *sigh* And I suspect it will be told.
and now, adieu.. I be gone for the nonce, but I do be back, if you bee toven.
I've started to move some of my old projects out of my bed room. Frankentein Clock is still running, god knows how.. and keeping better time. Just a couple of more tweeks, and it'll be a good hall clock, long as I don't ever ever ever move it.
I think I need to rebuild my antionette. It's a small aircraft that won Paris' first long distance flight award. It was doing fine, till I had all these people living in my apartment.
Yes, I blame YOU for me feeling better.. so THERE. I'd take the credit, but I have such a hard time with emotive things involving myself. And if you're wondering if I'm talking about YOU, then all you have to do is ask yourself if it could you. Then it probably is.
Like Rowan pointed out, we are blessed in the world that knows and loves us anyway. And that is certainly true about me, specially since it's coming spring, and Pan may be on the rise. Though he's getting to be such an old goat.
Anway, in about 9 minutes, I'm going home.. or somewhere.. Probaby kidnapped by Barbarossa, my friend the writer, who no longer has a barbarossa. Somethin tells me that I'm gonna be back an writing here real soon.. maybe a week. because there's this little voice that says
"Snark was dreaming... he was dreaming he was lying in a big green feather bed, and all the light was green and every he looked he saw green in all of the shades that green can be..."
So.. the story obviously does not care if I'm miserable.. *sigh* And I suspect it will be told.
and now, adieu.. I be gone for the nonce, but I do be back, if you bee toven.
