As I type this, I am exactly 29 years, six months, one hour, and one minute old. I'm dead tired, and can't sleep. Not anxieties, thankfully, but weird headspace nonetheless. It's rare that I have so much going on all at once, and have so little idea where any of it will lead me. It's like high school, with fewer zits and higher gas prices.
Oh, and apparently, the new Star Wars DVD release from this week includes the truly original theatrical cut of the first flick, before "A New Hope" and all. Going to try to track it down and watch it today.
Odd thing: why is it that in a site full of artistically-inked and -pierced naked women, I keep noticing their faces more? Hell, Coriander is smiling in almost every single picture she has, but not the usual Kodak moment kind. She's crafty and stuff. She's up to something.
Anyway.
Now to lie very still, in my very unconditioned room, and see if I can't con myself into thinking I'm unconscious.
Oh, and apparently, the new Star Wars DVD release from this week includes the truly original theatrical cut of the first flick, before "A New Hope" and all. Going to try to track it down and watch it today.
Odd thing: why is it that in a site full of artistically-inked and -pierced naked women, I keep noticing their faces more? Hell, Coriander is smiling in almost every single picture she has, but not the usual Kodak moment kind. She's crafty and stuff. She's up to something.
Anyway.
Now to lie very still, in my very unconditioned room, and see if I can't con myself into thinking I'm unconscious.