This was once habitual...
Hm. Down to posting what feels like twice a week. Down from seven or eight times before I fell ill, back when mine was amidst the melancholy of the Xanga.
It feels lonelier, here, too--back there, readers would make mundane comments maybe three times a month.
Not that loneliness is such a bad thing--there is plenty of room for a man in darkness. Enough to build his own city, in fact; perhaps even his own continent. Because the mind is a solitary emblem of human loneliness: we may think we know what someone else is thinking, but we can never practice knowing how someone else is thinking.
I've been playing lots of Phantasy Star Online: Blue Burst. Up to level 47 and 16 on two different Force characters: the one I played in "beta" for a weekend, and a new one started on similar level-oneness with two IRL folks who purchased an account. I should soon be able to knock off the last of Episode 2 by myself--if I do so tomorrow, then I'll be ready for Episode 4 upon its immediate release. And I picked up the Gamecube-only Episode 3 at Best Buy the other day--$20, one copy on the shelves, and it's about time the game cycled out of the retail market.
Also managed to notice a health flare-up in time for once. About this same time last year, I looked completely sunburned even though I had been spending much less than, on average, an hour a day ourdoors. I felt worse. I was hospitalized for a few hours and prescribed steroids. This time I'm skipping the worst of the hellish feeling and hospital visit, straight to the steroids... hoping this works well enough. Hoping if this is becoming an annual thing that it will remain a singularly-annual thing--once a year is too much. Feeling like a burn-ward patient because some allergen is in full swing is something very ridiculous...
and I keep balancing this with 3 days of nine-to-five data entry, though I'll be taking a week off this coming. I do not enjoy the working world. I yet pray and hold out my greatest of hopes that this world might yet reward my identity with surviving via creative pursuits above mediocrity.
It's too bad Supercar disbanded--though it gives me that much more perspective, that I need to get to Japan sooner more than later so I don't miss Syrup 16g or Aiha.
It feels lonelier, here, too--back there, readers would make mundane comments maybe three times a month.
Not that loneliness is such a bad thing--there is plenty of room for a man in darkness. Enough to build his own city, in fact; perhaps even his own continent. Because the mind is a solitary emblem of human loneliness: we may think we know what someone else is thinking, but we can never practice knowing how someone else is thinking.
I've been playing lots of Phantasy Star Online: Blue Burst. Up to level 47 and 16 on two different Force characters: the one I played in "beta" for a weekend, and a new one started on similar level-oneness with two IRL folks who purchased an account. I should soon be able to knock off the last of Episode 2 by myself--if I do so tomorrow, then I'll be ready for Episode 4 upon its immediate release. And I picked up the Gamecube-only Episode 3 at Best Buy the other day--$20, one copy on the shelves, and it's about time the game cycled out of the retail market.
Also managed to notice a health flare-up in time for once. About this same time last year, I looked completely sunburned even though I had been spending much less than, on average, an hour a day ourdoors. I felt worse. I was hospitalized for a few hours and prescribed steroids. This time I'm skipping the worst of the hellish feeling and hospital visit, straight to the steroids... hoping this works well enough. Hoping if this is becoming an annual thing that it will remain a singularly-annual thing--once a year is too much. Feeling like a burn-ward patient because some allergen is in full swing is something very ridiculous...
and I keep balancing this with 3 days of nine-to-five data entry, though I'll be taking a week off this coming. I do not enjoy the working world. I yet pray and hold out my greatest of hopes that this world might yet reward my identity with surviving via creative pursuits above mediocrity.
It's too bad Supercar disbanded--though it gives me that much more perspective, that I need to get to Japan sooner more than later so I don't miss Syrup 16g or Aiha.
posted by SJ at 6/21/2005 11:46:00 PM
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