hmm.
Due to an as-yet unfixed "feature" in my legacy code, I seem to feel better overall when I've had a shitty day. Of course, there are other factors, including but not limited to how well off I was the previous day.
Having said all that, *shrug*
Still at 18 posts.
The magic stick I found hasn't proven its magical power yet, but I'm still optimistic, if that word can apply to me.
Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving to all you American fuckers out there.
To all you non-American fuckers, *dismissive hand wave*
hmm.
My heart stopped earlier today, I think. I still had a pulse for a while after that, but it started to weaken. I eventually stopped paying attention to the whole situation, and I suppose I'm ok now. I didn't even really feel anything, I just happened to check for a heartbeat (you would too if you were me).
I wonder if it hurt my heart to have blood go through without it beating.
I wonder if it even matters.
*shrug*
Time is not my friend. I mean, we haven't been on speaking terms in a while, but...damn.
I was outside waiting for the pizza delivery folk to rediscover where I live when I observed a fly of reasonable size repeatedly ramming into the windows on our porch, which is enclosed. Using the power of hyperthreading, I pondered multiple concepts based on this.
One of these was how the fly does not perceive the glass as a barrier, they don't see anything, so they think it's empty space. An offshoot of this was thinking about the way babies wouldn't cross chasms in rooms that were covered with clear material, no matter how stable it was. So I reasoned that the fly can't be much more developed mentally than a small baby.
Then, I looked over at one of the windows, and the frame had a hole in it, small enough to allow the fly to escape, if it would only find it and walk through. This made me think about all the people who allow themselves to be stuck where they are, their lives stagnating because of some glass ceiling - or wall, in this case - that they don't see a way around because they're too busy flailing about, ramming their heads into the glass ceiling, hoping to break it. I resolved that I will not become that fly, symbolically speaking.
All I have to do now is drain a few souls and wait for an opportunity to rise in power. Not all go-arounds are passive.
In other me-related news - the only kind that should matter, really - I have decided to go for a dual-degree, getting a B.A. and a B.S. at the same time. I could get two B.A.'s, but having no B.S. would make me feel like a loser. (No offense to any other losers out there.)
I could also get dual-B.S. degrees. I certainly have enough BS to spare. But I have this weird symmetry thing that is edging me away from that idea.
Maybe more on that later.
A wizard did it. Obviously.
On my way across campus today, I found an interesting stick laying on the ground. It was a foot or so long, and didn't have any bugs on it, so I took it. I am told it's a branch of a sycamore tree. I'm betting on it having magic powers; I'll keep you posted.
In other news, I somehow obtained horizontal marks on either side of my wrist. I would know if they'd come from something I did, and I can't think of anything. Even if I did do something and didn't know it, how did they appear on both sides? Ghosts, aliens, psychic residue, stigmata...no explanation is impossible at this point.
Finally got my scholarship application out at around 4:30-something today. The post office closes at 5:00 today. It had to be postmarked today.
Yeah.
I'm good.
