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| How to Deal with Cockroaches | |||
From the The Universal Household Assistant or What Every One Should Know (1884):
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| Sungazing | ||
I regularly look up at the sun. Directly. I've done so all my life. When I was in elementary school I was not as cautious and would actually stare. I've even directly observed an annular eclipse of the sun. Now, I just look for a few seconds at a time. I do it simply to keep in touch with Sol, who brings us warmth and light and life. I talk to Sol, I have a relationship with Sol. I'm not recommending that anyone go out and do this. There is definitely risk involved – Sol is enthralling and invites stares of awe. People do go blind sungazing, it may just be luck that I have not. My eyesight has degraded over the years, though not too significantly – from 20/15 when I was a teenager to 20/20 now, and at least some of that is attributable to an increase in static (even with frame comparison compensation). | ||
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| Voice Post: Made the Connection | |||
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| A New Day | ||
todays a new day we don't have much oil it is cold in here i have my coat on so i am warm i feel tired from last night everything is moving and staying still i ate two large bean burritos they were yummy but my stomach says "why me?" ----- it's a new day what games will we play today? what loops will my mind go through? it's a new day today how many more will there be? with a statement like that maybe i should consider going back into the hospital i want to wait until i see my therapist Tuesday i want to stay out at least for a few days i need to get my celexa refilled ----- i added some people to my friends list don't know if they'll add me back i like adding people but lately people have been taking me off their list because i'm getting too fucked up but that's okay i understand there is only so much fucked up some people can take ----- is this poetry it is if i say it is but i don't so it probably isn't but maybe it still is who knows? | ||
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| Dirty Hot | ||
It is too hot. I want to clean, but it is too hot. I can stand a comfortable mess when it is cool, but messes annoy me greatly when I'm hot. The mess is my fault as much as anyone else here. I'm doing little bits of cleaning here in there, but it is too hot to really get much done. | ||
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| Where From | ||
Yesterday morning went fine, but we had had our first therapy appointment with our new therapist in the afternoon. Very switchy for that. After the therapy session, I had to fill out a questionnaire that was quite triggery. Didn't like it at all. Too many questions about things I'd rather not be answering questions about. ----- After we got home, quite jittery and switchy still, I talked to my dad on the phone. I had thought my previous piano experience was limited muddling through 2 years of piano lessons, never really becoming very skilled. However, he told me that I used to play quite a bit. And that I, we, or whoever, used to have "emotional fits" on the piano that came out as music. Good, intense music. I don't remember that at all. It's very disconcerting to not remember something so obviously important. It was back then though, and everything was much less stable then. Now, I don't know what to think of my music. I don't know how to view it or where it's going or where it's from. Everyday there seems to be more revelations. There is so much that I don't know. So much. So much. ----- Spent the night at ----- Thanks to the efforts of pillowkisser, the heat is working now in the ----- Tonight, I'm going to get quietly drunk. | ||
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the oil people still haven't come. it's been over a week with no heat. i've been heating the house with the stove. we can't order from someone else, because oil prices have skyrocketed in the past week. pretty much screwed. i don't know how we're going to keep paying rent even. nobody wants to take the downstairs room. i don't think anyone ever will. it's just too scary. i can't deal with all this. i don't think i'll ever record. i'll ever do anything. at the rate i'm going, i'm just going to keep falling into the abyss. everything is pointing to the one exit door. i want to take it. i want out. can't exit today, got things to do. the house is a mess and people are coming over. none of us seem to be in cleaning mode. the central group is very unstable. i can tell we're extremely unstable, because the floaters can take more time when the central group is in turmoil. we tend to feed off each others doing bad, but the floaters aren't as effected. when we do good, the floaters can't break through to front that much. it's not that the floaters are bad, it's just scary not knowing what the body's up to. some people suggested that we consider going into the hospital. but with the holidays, its going to be crowed there now. they'll probably ship us off to holy family. i'm never going back there. ever. no no no. | ||
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| They're In the Walls | ||
There are squirrels living in the walls of the | ||
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| Snow | ||
It's snowing! And, we have no heat! Still, I love the snow. Snow is beautiful and happy! Snow snow snow snow snow snow snow! | ||
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| Heat | ||
The furnace is working again! We have heat! | ||
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