Smokescreeningness
Mmm. Good Chai. I literally mmmed after that last sip of my Chai Vanilla tea. It's honestly a sensual combination for the taste buds. A mix of warm fuzzies and a tiny jolt of spice right at the tip of my tongue [ooh johnny diesel!]. I really like it. It's enough to content me for this semi peaceful moment before midnight. And content is a good thing at this mo.
As i type and cycle through chat windows, web browsers and this currently Untitled - Notepad, I think about things and i find my contentness is only but an in and out fading guise, sort of like a.. what's the phrase? ah.. smokescreen. Yes. I think that's what i was thinking of [thanks Bretti]. I feel unsettled.. uneasy.. not quite right. Not all of my mental capacity is there right now. If drawn in a diagram of a stereotypical cow, the black squiggle spots wouldn't be on. Though just to clear that up, my mental capacity isn't literally black squiggle spots. And yes... ah, [spot the delirious guy!..], moving right along..
I don't think i can find enough energy to finish off this entry. Basically, the reason for my not-quite-right feeling is that mum is in hospital tonight. Nothing serious serious.. but they're not quite sure what it is yet... might be appendicitis [sp?] or stones or something. She's hooked up onto a drip though, which is good since she couldn't keep anything down... as she had gasto-enthritis [sp?]. I just feel really weird that she isn't here at home in her bedroom, in her bed, asleep. And yes, she's just been sick since Saturday. so ah... like i said, supposedly nothing serious, but i still can't help but be a worry bump [i don't like warts :P].
Sleep is excellent on my agenda for what to do next. I shall enter a land of quixotic'ness and forgettable-in-2-seconds-once-i'm-awake characters. I know i'll feel a little better tomorrow morning.
As i type and cycle through chat windows, web browsers and this currently Untitled - Notepad, I think about things and i find my contentness is only but an in and out fading guise, sort of like a.. what's the phrase? ah.. smokescreen. Yes. I think that's what i was thinking of [thanks Bretti]. I feel unsettled.. uneasy.. not quite right. Not all of my mental capacity is there right now. If drawn in a diagram of a stereotypical cow, the black squiggle spots wouldn't be on. Though just to clear that up, my mental capacity isn't literally black squiggle spots. And yes... ah, [spot the delirious guy!..], moving right along..
I don't think i can find enough energy to finish off this entry. Basically, the reason for my not-quite-right feeling is that mum is in hospital tonight. Nothing serious serious.. but they're not quite sure what it is yet... might be appendicitis [sp?] or stones or something. She's hooked up onto a drip though, which is good since she couldn't keep anything down... as she had gasto-enthritis [sp?]. I just feel really weird that she isn't here at home in her bedroom, in her bed, asleep. And yes, she's just been sick since Saturday. so ah... like i said, supposedly nothing serious, but i still can't help but be a worry bump [i don't like warts :P].
Sleep is excellent on my agenda for what to do next. I shall enter a land of quixotic'ness and forgettable-in-2-seconds-once-i'm-awake characters. I know i'll feel a little better tomorrow morning.