Today has become tomorrow and I've not got round to taking my meds. It's so hard to keep track sometimes when you spend vast stretches of time on your back with on arm over your hair, staring at the closed blinds. The blinds are always closed. Funny how blinds sounds like blind. When they're down, I'm blind to the outside world.

My camera is so pathetically barely-functional now that half my photos come out good and the rest come out really grainy with the worst resolution imaginable. For holiday, I'm going to borrow a 6-year old Cybershot that's actually pretty good, but the lack of macro function will kill my soul.

Want to stick with a Cybershot when I invest in a new ( Read more... )

Baby, I have so much to tell you. A swirl, a whirl, a maelstrom of thoughts. I am as though displaced, like water. Someone has reached in, and splash, my molecules fly this way and that, not knowing where to go. I swallow the sickly-sweet-coloured snakes each morning and I scribble in green ink, and I read a novel a day, and I guzzle down my decaf ( Read more... )

Like pins in my eyes. I haven't figured me out yet. I haven't figured out if I'm going to stick with human genetics yet. I haven't figured anything out yet. My head is spinning. I can't sleep because I stayed up late on Thursday to watch the election results broadcast, then caught up on the sleep last night so slept in really late ( Read more... )

Sometimes the only thing I want to do is get lost in these surreal musings, wrap a handknitted scarf around a cardboard owls head and send him off into the frozen night to hunt for paper mice, the band we'll form at 40 when nothing's gone right, 'cos I always was a feeble child, pale and shy, but I don't bruise. My blood is salty and warm but don't ( Read more... )