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From the The Universal Household Assistant or What Every One Should Know (1884):
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Today, a second time, I see the "dirt" of on the wall in the stairwell. I doubted that it was dirt the first time, and now I do even more so. I believe it may be a mould. If it appears a third time, I will be sure of it. The perpetual leaks may have finally sealed our fate. If it is in the walls, we cannot stay. Perhaps this could even explain the sicknesses that trouble us in the This winter will be cold and long. I have met none who doubt. | ||
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i haven't been posting much lately that will eventually end i've already decided on my new year's resolution for next year i will post every day for 2005 it's snowing outside right now the first real snow of the season i went out in it early this morning to get my geodon script filled everything was covered in white drifts i love winter however i also fear it heating the house is always a problem we haven't gotten oil yet because citizen's energy isn't taking applications until December plus i hear that some part of the furnace exploded in the basement i haven't been down to check it out but it will need to be repaired i'll have to find out if it was the oil line or the water line the blew hopefully the water line as the other will get quite messy quite quickly or will have already gotten quite messy because it's already exploded my pdoc increased my geodon again 240mg a day now a very high dose i also found out that i'm already maxed out on celexa at 60mg i told i feel very bad about that today is clean the house day fun fun | ||
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life is this this is life where will i go? what am i doing here? right now i'm sitting at a keyboard. having listened to the preachings of rev. jeremiah weed jeremiah weed is a pleasant fellow he ministers in a slurred voice his company is fine he makes me drunk incoming message... ... ... comment ... ... don't worry i'm not going to do the three dots thing again .... see four ..... and five ... shut up anyway. sometimes things are different different inside things freeze up it's hot in here but it's cold too. they might seem opposite but can exist together. i'm thinking of jalapeƱo ice cream interesting idea hot and cold i wonder if it would take off popcorn flavored jelly beans did ---- dashes see not dots the world is spinning a little but that's just old rev. weed asking me what's up i don't know where i am i don't really care i'm somewhere that's all that matters for the moment it's hot in here i open the window. it will be cold soon winter is coming one of the floaters doesn't like winter finds it triggery i wonder what happened in the winter i wonder why the winter is so cold the beast comes out in the cold the beast is protective the beast sees the cold as something to protect against winters long march through my bones ---- four even and only once so there ----- symmetry is overrated i overrate it i look at it as important feel rebellious if i part my hair asymmetrically fuck symmetry ----- i hear the leaves falling to the ground winter is coming coming fast we need oil do we have money for oil? no. but we need it or we will freeze i can keep the house heated with the gas stove and oven but people need to cooperate i have to stay up all night to make sure the pipes don't freeze some nights winter is always about tending the fires making sure everything stays warm against the bitter cold and here it comes winter | ||
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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 ----- Tonight, I'm going to get quietly drunk. | ||
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