. . . Today we escape

Jul 08, 2006 01:04

My fingers are sore from needlework, but it's a good sort of sore. My neck was sore yesterday because of some non-mumps swelling-type affliction, but I've been self-medicating and am in recovery. It freaked me out for a minute there, though. It's not everyday you get a mysterious lump in your neck.

Today I had to try abstract painting for my art homework, and it's not really my thing. Tomorrow I'm going to go in and repair my painting. I think my problem is that I'm so much in the habit of trying to articulate all of my thoughts and emotions that I have a hard time just spilling. My mother told me to paint "Find the Bunny." I think it's brilliant. Today I failed, but tomorrow there will be a bunny. A bunny to be found.

I dreamt people were trying to kill me again last night, but I fought them off and we parted ways without spilling any blood. I'm believing more and more in pacifism lately. Take the SNAFU with North Korea-- if I get nuked or get radiation sickness from somewhere near by getting nuked when I think the whole situation is bullshit to begin with, that's completely wrong. All of this talk of disarm or else is shit. The President should be inviting Mr. Il to dinner and discussing the issues behind the situation instead.

All I'm saying is that no one should be an unnecessary casualty. I sure as hell don't want to be.
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