Sunday, September 11, 2005

I'm in the basement, baby, drop on by.

Blergity blarg blarg.

I had about four/five hours of sleep last night. And yet again I woke up with new old memories in my head. Jesus, this is a marvelous thing.

I somehow feel very fragile right now. Like I have to tread carefully, because this state can shatter if I don't handle it well enough. I cannot allow myself to lapse into my old routeins, or else that curtain will come crashing down again, the fog will smother me once more. And I'm too pleased in this state for that to happen. I am actually very, very happy. Like nothing can phase me. *knock on wood*

I'm taking down the pictures on my walls (not the framed ones, though I may swap them around) and replacing them with something new. These things are getting too old, too something I'm used to. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but just a simple re-arrangement of specific things will set me off remembering things that I really wish I had never forgotten. Change, however minut, around me inspires change in myself. For example, I just finished having a bath, and while I was in there I peeled all the little blue grippy things off the bottom of the tub and threw them away. They've been there since we moved into this house and I thought that we could use some change there. And just seeing the bathtub without those things made me smile and has put me in a really good mood.

I am really strange, but that does it for me. Right now, it does. I don't think it will be something permanent, for I plan in my future to be in a place of constant change, but here in a small town in a house I've lived in for almost six or more years, I can only change what I see every day.

And I'm now listening to so many different artists then I usually do. Usually I'm full of A Perfect Circle, Barenaked Ladies and Jack Off Jill. I'm now full of Jack Johnson, Rilo Kiley, Placebo, Simon & Garfunkel, Gorillaz, Death Cab for Cutie and Frank Sinatra. All the albums I've recently downloaded or downloaded a long time ago and never bothered to listen to.

Change. Change is good.

And something quite marvelous happened last night. I talked to Roz over the AIM client, and... well, it was wonderful. We ended up talking I think for two to three hours. Some breaks in the middle, yes, but it was still some hard-core talking and... wow. This has made my week.

"Everyone has talent, what is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads."
-Erica Jong

"Never pretend to a low which you do not feel, for love is not ours to command."
-Alan Watts


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11:49 AM  
Blogger D.B. Echo said...

Arrrgh. I'm doing a random walk through blogs using the "Next Blog" button, and I'm pleased to see that Blogger has taken steps to get rid of the "fake blogs" that are just line after line of links to online poker or herbal viagra sites. And what I'm seeing now is that everybody's sites are getting infested with comment spam!

There are two easy steps you can take to avoid this:
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- Turn on "Word verification". Blogger gives instructions on how to do this.

Good luck!

11:50 AM  
Blogger D.B. Echo said...

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1:58 PM  

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