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I'm very wiggly, don't especially want to post, but this might be the last day of internet.
For a little while. I'm waiting for my CD to arrive for Yahoo! Dialup. Prism will soon be just a bad memory. I'm doing one last login, just to make sure there aren't friends trying to get in touch with me there. The Biversity list I'm more than ready to take a break from. I wish they had a low-chatter list. I just want to hear about the Brunches, Bike Trips, Ledges Trips, Gallery Openings, and BiCamp. I don't care about the rest. I don't like getting 5 emails a week from them, when I don't care about any of their contents.
Oh so many posts backlogged in my brain. Flies are starting to gather. Maybe if I pull the subject headers out, I'll feel a little better.
There are some little ones who don't have subject lines yet, but I'm sure they'll grow large enough for them soon enough.
It's the problem with this mode. I'm in Summer mode, hyper mode, socialize and solve problems and move at the speed of light mode. Everyone else may be hibernating, but I'm just going faster and faster. I blame it on all the exercise I've been doing, and the fact that I hibernated this Summer/Fall. I want to do everything, all at once. I've got every weekend booked for a month or two.
But that leaves me no time to write down these zillion thoughts per second that I'm thinking. And that's a shame. Well, at least you know the gist of what's on my mind. Specifics after I dance a bit in my living room.
For a little while. I'm waiting for my CD to arrive for Yahoo! Dialup. Prism will soon be just a bad memory. I'm doing one last login, just to make sure there aren't friends trying to get in touch with me there. The Biversity list I'm more than ready to take a break from. I wish they had a low-chatter list. I just want to hear about the Brunches, Bike Trips, Ledges Trips, Gallery Openings, and BiCamp. I don't care about the rest. I don't like getting 5 emails a week from them, when I don't care about any of their contents.
Oh so many posts backlogged in my brain. Flies are starting to gather. Maybe if I pull the subject headers out, I'll feel a little better.
- My Wonderful Mommy and Daddy
- Triksadekaphilia
- That old, old story about the racoon kit at Purchase.
- My last day-long High. (Sunday after Games Night.)
- New Possibilities, New Desires.
- A pause on the road towards intercourse.
- Love and Hate, they're like two brothers who go on a date.
- Poly Inequality, or Why I'm in No Rush to Make Nice With Jane.
- The Kiosk Project
- Geeking about the Providence LARP and my delightful new Trickster character.
- Wanderlust Denied!
- AND I have to answer idonotlikepeas' interview questions!
There are some little ones who don't have subject lines yet, but I'm sure they'll grow large enough for them soon enough.
It's the problem with this mode. I'm in Summer mode, hyper mode, socialize and solve problems and move at the speed of light mode. Everyone else may be hibernating, but I'm just going faster and faster. I blame it on all the exercise I've been doing, and the fact that I hibernated this Summer/Fall. I want to do everything, all at once. I've got every weekend booked for a month or two.
But that leaves me no time to write down these zillion thoughts per second that I'm thinking. And that's a shame. Well, at least you know the gist of what's on my mind. Specifics after I dance a bit in my living room.