I've found out, to a reasonable degree of certainty, what happens to me when I go off my prescribed serotonin-booster (for SAD, not so much for depression). I become much pickier about people and what they do and say, and generally just more easily annoyed by them. I guess that just means I become even more of an asshole than I otherwise am. It only...
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I'm not normally that fascinated with any decades in history prior to those in which I've lived - it's too easy for me to see all the crappy things about the past that have, for the most part, since improved (e.g. disease, famine, civil rights, racial and sexual equality, scientific knowledge), instead of romanticising about the shiny gilded bits that sat on top of the...
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molly:
Darn, fine journal entry. Most of the old technilogical stuff I fancy is the purely imaginary kind that I doodle. But to be able to wrap your head around the real stuff is great indeed.
ginapea:
you know about the nigella. shes my domestic role model. i have all her books. 
Ever "fall in love" with someone in a dream? A dream sufficiently vivid that you remember the feelings in it, and remember meeting someone who existed only in your mind, not a representation of anyone you knew, but was nonetheless breathtaking and open to you? Damn, that's weird, and makes the morning after a little sadder.
Had such a dream last night - as you...
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wannie:
Maybe you just haven't met her in the material world yet.
Not too long ago I started having what I can only describe as memories, except the events I remembered had never happened. Every time this happened I would be sick to my stomach for about 5 minutes, to the point of almost throwing up, and then I would be ok, as long as I didn't think of the memory too much (which of course I had to do anyways).
Then the incidents stopped for a couple months. Suddenly in my Logic class I started to feel that same sickness but without the associated memory. As I looked around I realized with somewhat of a jolt that I was actually experiencing one of the things I had remembered earlier.
I think my point is that you can't discount things in your head, and don't despair that they are only illusions.
Oh yea, I only came on here, in case you didn't go back to that prime number post, to tell you that you are in fact the biggest geek for guessing Carl Sagan's Contact. I'm sending your no-prize as you read this. I see now I didn't have a chance, considering he is listed as one of your favourite authors.
Not too long ago I started having what I can only describe as memories, except the events I remembered had never happened. Every time this happened I would be sick to my stomach for about 5 minutes, to the point of almost throwing up, and then I would be ok, as long as I didn't think of the memory too much (which of course I had to do anyways).
Then the incidents stopped for a couple months. Suddenly in my Logic class I started to feel that same sickness but without the associated memory. As I looked around I realized with somewhat of a jolt that I was actually experiencing one of the things I had remembered earlier.
I think my point is that you can't discount things in your head, and don't despair that they are only illusions.
Oh yea, I only came on here, in case you didn't go back to that prime number post, to tell you that you are in fact the biggest geek for guessing Carl Sagan's Contact. I'm sending your no-prize as you read this. I see now I didn't have a chance, considering he is listed as one of your favourite authors.
Another Journal! Wheeeee!
Another first entry! Fukkin' A, bubba!
:sigh:
No, I'm not very practiced at feigning enthusiasm. Being blunt is a lot more fun than bullshitting. Trickier too; gotta be gentle sometimes.
Anyway, here I am. Whoopty-damn-doo. Where's my champagne and harem girls.
Another first entry! Fukkin' A, bubba!
:sigh:
No, I'm not very practiced at feigning enthusiasm. Being blunt is a lot more fun than bullshitting. Trickier too; gotta be gentle sometimes.
Anyway, here I am. Whoopty-damn-doo. Where's my champagne and harem girls.
molly:
Definitly one of the smarter compliments I've ever received.
Harems are boring, but I can pour you some champagne
Harems are boring, but I can pour you some champagne