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I am so ill...

I went to the movies tonight and actually had to leave early cos I was sick.

I'm feeling inspired to work on a fiction project I haven't touched in a while, but right now, too tired. tired tired. it's my bedtime. I didn't get to see Six Feet Under tonight, so I'll have to catch the Tuesday repeat. i need to get this writing done soon, too, because it's a difficult topic when I'm not in just the right mood.

On the way to the theater, travelling I-95, we got bombarded by HUGE flying insects... all over the car, swarming, lying dead all over the road. Big splats on the windshield about every 20 seconds for at least 5 minutes, and a lot of near-misses, skids over the top of the car, and unlucky (for them) pings off the antenna. Aside from being a serious, soul-deep squick for me, they were also hitting so loudly and surprisingly that it was activating my panic responses (the whole exaggerated startle mechanism - I can deal with ONE startle, not a fast succession of them). Then, on the way home, nothing larger than a gnat... and three beautiful small deer grazing quietly by the side of the road, like a redemption.

And a opossum bumbling through the theater parking lot! Opossums do not walk, they bumble. I wanted to stop the car and give it a hug and a morsel, but opossums really want neither from me, and are best left to their fuzzy selves.

A side note, thoughtful: life is too short for melodrama.

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I have just dropped a few people from my friends list... no biggie, nothing personal. Housecleaning. I don't like leaving ppl on forever who haven't added me, with one exception (and that is obsidian, who is just so damn cool). If you want to be undropped, the ball is in your court, and you know which buttons to push.

I took a 6FU personality quiz on selectsmart. It wasn't great, just OK (come on, people, put some WORK into these things, at least justify your selections with descriptions of the possible outcomes). I came out as Brenda (and then Billy, apparently because my family is fucked up beyond all comprehension, and then Ruth, because I chose to embrace my controlfreakdom), but lower for Claire than I thought I would. I'd say I am more like a Brenda/Claire cross. Irrelevant. I read 30 friends posts, but the room is swimming and my head is stuffed with cotton and something isn't making it through to my poor cerebral cortex. Bed. Now.

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I woke up after not a whole lot of sleep and still feel like I'm going to vomit...
this is not good. I took a shower, and it hasn't helped.

As I have mentioned to a couple of people, I embroiled myself, somewhat foolhardily, in an online and heavily politically-charged debate on affirmative action. After a lot of soul-searching and two days of persistent consideration, without much motive or opportunity to keep up with the discussion since then, I've decided to withdraw from the discussion. But if you are curious about my reasoning or my basic feelings on the issue, clickez le linque, s'il vous plait.

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