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My brain is working again. It's been a very very long time since I've been thinking coherently. Since May, I think. I can talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and think and think and think and think and think and enjoy it. It's because I let my memories back in. Never cut out moments from your life. That cuts out moments from your present. And that cuts out moments from their future.
The late That 70's Show seasons are just terrible. TV really depresses me lately.
I need to set something on fire.
Let's bring back overalls. No. Let's ring in the New Year with them.
Hot pizza rolls. That sounds good. I've lost seven pounds since I've been sick. I've never had a pizza roll before. I need a haircut.
Is there school tomorrow? There is. It's Wednesday. I don't really go to school; I just walk into the building and immediately sleep. I turn on auto-pilot; it doesn't even count as life.
My synaethesia is getting crazy. Now my dreams are getting too vivid; any sensation experienced lingers so intensely that I can feel it when I remember it consciously. I started crying and mumbling and laughing in one of my dreams last night, I can't remember what the dream was about, but I can remember every feeling I had from it. And in another, I had Edy's cookies & creme ice cream and the aftertaste was in my mouth when I woke up.
I hate to love the Zune commercials because I've been raised as an Apple supporter, but they're amazing. They're aiming for me and they know it. You know that's how they made it; they looked at me and said "Okay, we have to do everything in our power to make sure she'll be inclined to want our product." Well, not want it. Just want to be friends with it.
It's not really December fifth. I can't really place the intense nostalgia coming from this temperature; I guess it's spring, although the air feels like it's September.
I like making clothes. Not really. I just like wearing the clothes I make. Then I give them away.
Let's go to a bathhouse. I'm serious. Who's with me?
The late That 70's Show seasons are just terrible. TV really depresses me lately.
I need to set something on fire.
Let's bring back overalls. No. Let's ring in the New Year with them.
Hot pizza rolls. That sounds good. I've lost seven pounds since I've been sick. I've never had a pizza roll before. I need a haircut.
Is there school tomorrow? There is. It's Wednesday. I don't really go to school; I just walk into the building and immediately sleep. I turn on auto-pilot; it doesn't even count as life.
My synaethesia is getting crazy. Now my dreams are getting too vivid; any sensation experienced lingers so intensely that I can feel it when I remember it consciously. I started crying and mumbling and laughing in one of my dreams last night, I can't remember what the dream was about, but I can remember every feeling I had from it. And in another, I had Edy's cookies & creme ice cream and the aftertaste was in my mouth when I woke up.
I hate to love the Zune commercials because I've been raised as an Apple supporter, but they're amazing. They're aiming for me and they know it. You know that's how they made it; they looked at me and said "Okay, we have to do everything in our power to make sure she'll be inclined to want our product." Well, not want it. Just want to be friends with it.
It's not really December fifth. I can't really place the intense nostalgia coming from this temperature; I guess it's spring, although the air feels like it's September.
I like making clothes. Not really. I just like wearing the clothes I make. Then I give them away.
Let's go to a bathhouse. I'm serious. Who's with me?