"We think we've climbed so high, Up all the backs we've condemned..."
The things I hear in this House. Spooky just said, "Awwwww. A rainbow muffin made by the chipmunk lesbian." I couldn't invent this stuff if I tried.
Yesterday, not long after I posted my journal entry, sometime around noon, I had the first seizure I've had since June 6th and the worst seizure I've had in a long, long time. But two hours later, I was up and moving, because I don't have the good sense that natural selection gave a June bug. And I spent the day feeling like I was in a heavy fog, straining to think through a pea-soup mist, but (with the help of Gordon, who is a saint), I got Sirenia Digest #43 out by 11 p.m., godsdammit. So, take that, treacherous brainmeats.
However, now that the digest is finished (until next month), Spooky's is making me go Outside today to see my neurologist, because the seizure was that bad. I have no idea how we'll pay for this, because I'm only a silly little freelance, undeserving of either health insurance or nationalized health care. But there you go.
Not much else to yesterday. It was all fits and platypus lashes.
I did get word, late last night, that a certain seeping, pustulent herpes sore of a woman who is 77.9% responsible for my finally having had enough of Second Life is now trying to insinuate her way into an acquaintances sim. So, I'm broadcasting an emergency message: [Begin transmission] Glory, please, please, if you value your sim and/or your sanity, please do NOT allow O anywhere near SF. Please trust me, if only on this one thing. She will connive and she will lie and she will wheedle her way in as far as she can wheedle, further than you can imagine, until--oh, I don't know-- she has the password to your SL account. She's the most virulent sort of fungus, and we're still not sure how she is capable of manifesting a human personage. I've kept quiet about the specifics of my leaving SL until now, and I'm only breaking radio silence because I don't want to see her grubby paws ruin another rp. She is the very definition of ooc drama, and is utterly incapable of discerning RL from rp. Even Toxia ran her off, fer chris'sakes (think about that). [End of transmission.]
Sorry about that. I know most of you have absolutely no idea what I'm on about, but that's a good thing.
Anyway...I should wrap this up. Please do have a look at the current eBay stuff, because now there's not only ReaderCon, there's also this upcoming doctor bill. Thank you. And please, I'd love to hear some feedback about this issue of Sirenia Digest. Don't be shy.
And here is my daily dose of Concrete Blonde:
Yesterday, not long after I posted my journal entry, sometime around noon, I had the first seizure I've had since June 6th and the worst seizure I've had in a long, long time. But two hours later, I was up and moving, because I don't have the good sense that natural selection gave a June bug. And I spent the day feeling like I was in a heavy fog, straining to think through a pea-soup mist, but (with the help of Gordon, who is a saint), I got Sirenia Digest #43 out by 11 p.m., godsdammit. So, take that, treacherous brainmeats.
However, now that the digest is finished (until next month), Spooky's is making me go Outside today to see my neurologist, because the seizure was that bad. I have no idea how we'll pay for this, because I'm only a silly little freelance, undeserving of either health insurance or nationalized health care. But there you go.
Not much else to yesterday. It was all fits and platypus lashes.
I did get word, late last night, that a certain seeping, pustulent herpes sore of a woman who is 77.9% responsible for my finally having had enough of Second Life is now trying to insinuate her way into an acquaintances sim. So, I'm broadcasting an emergency message: [Begin transmission] Glory, please, please, if you value your sim and/or your sanity, please do NOT allow O anywhere near SF. Please trust me, if only on this one thing. She will connive and she will lie and she will wheedle her way in as far as she can wheedle, further than you can imagine, until--oh, I don't know-- she has the password to your SL account. She's the most virulent sort of fungus, and we're still not sure how she is capable of manifesting a human personage. I've kept quiet about the specifics of my leaving SL until now, and I'm only breaking radio silence because I don't want to see her grubby paws ruin another rp. She is the very definition of ooc drama, and is utterly incapable of discerning RL from rp. Even Toxia ran her off, fer chris'sakes (think about that). [End of transmission.]
Sorry about that. I know most of you have absolutely no idea what I'm on about, but that's a good thing.
Anyway...I should wrap this up. Please do have a look at the current eBay stuff, because now there's not only ReaderCon, there's also this upcoming doctor bill. Thank you. And please, I'd love to hear some feedback about this issue of Sirenia Digest. Don't be shy.
And here is my daily dose of Concrete Blonde:
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