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(Is it just me or are bits of this track in the Kompakt Kittens? ^^;;;)
I feel tremenjusly out of it. Staggered home (and I do mean literally staggered, with intervals of vomiting into subway trashcans) and slept brokenly from 8PM to 9AM. Now I'm bodily all right - I think - but everything seems a bit unreal, and I'm not sure if it's the lack of caffeine or the lack of food or the too much sleep or what. Like that spacey feeling one gets when feverish, only I'm not. Joints are itchy with lack of exercise, but muscles are sore from the spasmodic shivering last night (it was a loooong subway ride, and the saddest thing about it is the last time something analogous occurred is not even out of recent memory. But no substances of dubious legality involved this time i.e. step up, perhaps).
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fable and I have an on-off discussion re the recording of one's passage through space-time versus not doing so - linear past-present-future paradigm of existence versus pointillist in-the-moment paradigm of existence so to speak - ex. people who feel the urge to blog and/or photograph everything they do/see versus people who don't, and in fact may feel an aversion toward doing so. I said that if I could I'd record every moment of my existence, but this isn't true: I only want to record the fun and/or interesting bits, all the rest cannot slide into unmemoried obscurity fast enough for me. XD So fandom talk is fun, and horrible gastros are not fun but at least non-boring. For me the sufferer thereof anyway.
( I said I'd make an entry about Nobunaga being a rock star in Mirage-verse... )
I feel tremenjusly out of it. Staggered home (and I do mean literally staggered, with intervals of vomiting into subway trashcans) and slept brokenly from 8PM to 9AM. Now I'm bodily all right - I think - but everything seems a bit unreal, and I'm not sure if it's the lack of caffeine or the lack of food or the too much sleep or what. Like that spacey feeling one gets when feverish, only I'm not. Joints are itchy with lack of exercise, but muscles are sore from the spasmodic shivering last night (it was a loooong subway ride, and the saddest thing about it is the last time something analogous occurred is not even out of recent memory. But no substances of dubious legality involved this time i.e. step up, perhaps).
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fable and I have an on-off discussion re the recording of one's passage through space-time versus not doing so - linear past-present-future paradigm of existence versus pointillist in-the-moment paradigm of existence so to speak - ex. people who feel the urge to blog and/or photograph everything they do/see versus people who don't, and in fact may feel an aversion toward doing so. I said that if I could I'd record every moment of my existence, but this isn't true: I only want to record the fun and/or interesting bits, all the rest cannot slide into unmemoried obscurity fast enough for me. XD So fandom talk is fun, and horrible gastros are not fun but at least non-boring. For me the sufferer thereof anyway.( I said I'd make an entry about Nobunaga being a rock star in Mirage-verse... )
