*cricketbox*

So it seems the bulk of my nasty week is over, and as per usual, much of my worry was without reason or substance.  This is a good thing, and certainlly beats the alternative.  Leonard Cohen would say that “there’s a crack in everything.”  This, supposedly is “how the light gets in.” 

 
I found out [...]

Amidst this new found quiet I’ve come to a realization: I’m not nearly as dependent on my power-hungry, noisy machines as I assumed I was. The Blackberry Bold helps, and the Aspire One puts me over the top as far as my technology needs are concerned.

I know people from all over the world have gotten bent out of shape about some older (now deleted, though NOT because of their content) posts on this site in which I have made reference to the concept of niggerdom, and have referred to myself as a sand-nigger and right-wing hate-speech firebrand Michelle Malkin as [...]

So I picked up a new bit of kit today: an Acer Aspire One netbook.  Just got everything set up, downloaded and installed and so far this thing kicks ass.  I missed out on the original Eee mania when it launched (and yeah I know they just announced a touchscreen model at CES) so [...]

I am blessed/cursed with a near photographic memory, which when combined with my general poor self-esteem, makes for a nasty cocktail seemingly custom crafted to paralyze my thoughts or send them into a frenzied spiral which is almost always exclusively negative and focused on the past.

I have enough schooling under my belt at this point to have been a doctor or an attorney, or just about anything my heart could’ve desired. But I’m not. No, I’ve eschewed all that for what at one point seemed like an alternate road, but in the end it certainly seems like the proverbial Primrose Path.

My stats reveal that I probably have a fatwa on me in several countries.

I actually slept last night.  For the first time in what seems like weeks I didn’t have any horrible dreams, and woke up in a fantastic mood.
Which lasted for about a full two minutes.
I went to check on my mom who’s been sick, and was promptly informed that she won’t have insurance through my father’s [...]

So, lately, I’ve been harangued in my sleep by memories that feel like subconscious vomit. All my fears, horrible memories and worst moments haunting me from the time my head hits pillow until my feet hit floor (if I’m lucky, some days it lasts until I can find something suitably distracting).