Mach 1.67

Upward surge in reality since my last post--if this was the turning point, that rubber band of inadequacy broke instead towards mixing good favor.

Weekend: a mostly-alcohol-free (good) party, an end to a shoddy anime (don't watch Scrapped Princess if you enjoy originality), a second beginning of Tales of Symphony, and the birth of an entirely new idea (with an octopus near the end).

Likely I'll be working 16 hours of data entry between now and Thursday evening; parents have been scouting hotels to buy a bit north of here and it would have been Too Weird to try checking into the office without the boss. Also, I would have had to pay for my own lunch.

Outward wondering of whether maybe I would have collapsed as one has so been doing had a phonecall gone differently two years (almost to the minute) ago. For the sake of implicating myself, I'll mention it's in my Xanga archives. If the miracle were to revisit in the current aftermath, it would meet with a fully functioning person--something not so complete back then. If it demanded change insuch toward normality, I would grant tremendous disappointment.

I shouldn't have said, "I prefer tragedy;" I should have instead exclaimed, with the additional emphasis, "Let's abstract!"