looking up, perhaps
Jun. 16th, 2010 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
FEMINIST HULK SMASH EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH MS.!: "HULK LOVE POLYSYLLABIC WORDS. HULK NUZZLE BIG GREEN FACE INTO RICHLY WRITTEN FEMINIST TEXTS. ALSO, THIS JUST HOW HULK TALK."
So Much Space: "For me, 3 miles is a a rather generous estimate of the radius of my every day life. For many, 3 miles is the minimum distance to anything." I have a strong desire to be in the former situation rather than the latter.
Straylight required a new battery and an adjustment to the charging cycle so that it wouldn't kill the battery again. I have no idea what went wrong and I didn't ask; I was running later for my dentist appointment. At which she successfully numbed me up and, um, canaled my root, which was far less pornographic than it sounds. (She also recognised, or claimed to recognise, the Gywneth Jones book I was reading, and was surprised to hear that I'm not a professor.) It's odd to not have any more cold sensitivity in the teeth on that side.
Last night I dreamed that work had moved into DC. I broke three eggs into paper cups to bring them from the work kitchen to the office, and then I had to go out to an office supply store to buy printer paper. I couldn't see one from where I was, so I asked Sara B-- from high school, who was running around upset that she'd lost something. Snow was falling when I came back, so I stayed out in the snow for awhile. Not only do I sleep better when I don't dream (excuse me, "don't remember my dreams, or in fact remember that i dreamed at all"), I wake up feeling a lot less baffled by my brain.
So Much Space: "For me, 3 miles is a a rather generous estimate of the radius of my every day life. For many, 3 miles is the minimum distance to anything." I have a strong desire to be in the former situation rather than the latter.
Straylight required a new battery and an adjustment to the charging cycle so that it wouldn't kill the battery again. I have no idea what went wrong and I didn't ask; I was running later for my dentist appointment. At which she successfully numbed me up and, um, canaled my root, which was far less pornographic than it sounds. (She also recognised, or claimed to recognise, the Gywneth Jones book I was reading, and was surprised to hear that I'm not a professor.) It's odd to not have any more cold sensitivity in the teeth on that side.
Last night I dreamed that work had moved into DC. I broke three eggs into paper cups to bring them from the work kitchen to the office, and then I had to go out to an office supply store to buy printer paper. I couldn't see one from where I was, so I asked Sara B-- from high school, who was running around upset that she'd lost something. Snow was falling when I came back, so I stayed out in the snow for awhile. Not only do I sleep better when I don't dream (excuse me, "don't remember my dreams, or in fact remember that i dreamed at all"), I wake up feeling a lot less baffled by my brain.