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filegIt's only 2am, but I falling asleep where I sit. I had a dentist appointment today, and I always get anxious and unable to sleep if I know I have to be somewhere at an appointed daylight time. And Jim has taken some more of his *must take days off* days, so I have swung him over to my schedule as we sit up late watching anime and eating low carb rice pudding.
Sleeping only fitfully happened, but I got there on time. It was a loong appointment, part one of prep for putting a cap in where I broke my front tooth last year. It was painless and consisted mostly of sitting uptalking listening to George while blue goop hardened in my mouth.
Jim and I went for an illicit lunch (hot dogs at the drive in, which is newly opened for the season) - partly so he could watch me trying to eat while I was still shot full of Novocain. Then the drive through car wash, where we played anime music (todays was from Ranma) while the giant rubbery sponges attacked the car.
About an hour later, we were in the middle of the conversation when the drugs wore off and Jim was stopped in mid sentence by the look on my face.
"Does it hurt now?" he asked. Not exactly -- but the instant it was gone, I could tell that my mouth had been full of some sort of adhesive that tasted both rancid and alcoholic. ickkkk. Fortunately it vanished as quickly as it came.
lots of office space and small scale clean up continues. Jim managed to make whatever arcane device he has hooked up at station two read the *OLD* floppies, (this required in part setting up a system that ran in OS8, and there is something unsettling about seeing those old startup screens on the new stations.) We read, opened, saved a few things and discarded several dozen floppies this afternoon. Barely a dent (clutches head like stunned monkey)
I am amazed at finding so many stories as I clean up my unsorted files (my project for the week) and concerned that the earliest ones that still seem to be missing ought to have been in folders with some of the foundlings.
Again -- if you are friended to my fiction journal. I am so sorry to be saturation spamming your lists. I am reliving the horror that came with having made that journal a community for the convenience of posting (which turned out to be nonexistent, but thankfully X-journal makes it simple, which just rubs salt in the wound.) I am enjoying hearing from some of you about those stories, but please feel free to unfriend it while I am working. I can't make private or back dated entries, the best I can do is members only - and most of you who are seeing it are members. The best I can offer is to turn the lot of you off as members and leave you friended. Let me know if you want me to do that, as I am only at the end of 2003....
Can't stop yawning. Think I'll see if Jim wants to go read manga in bed.
Sleeping only fitfully happened, but I got there on time. It was a loong appointment, part one of prep for putting a cap in where I broke my front tooth last year. It was painless and consisted mostly of sitting up
Jim and I went for an illicit lunch (hot dogs at the drive in, which is newly opened for the season) - partly so he could watch me trying to eat while I was still shot full of Novocain. Then the drive through car wash, where we played anime music (todays was from Ranma) while the giant rubbery sponges attacked the car.
About an hour later, we were in the middle of the conversation when the drugs wore off and Jim was stopped in mid sentence by the look on my face.
"Does it hurt now?" he asked. Not exactly -- but the instant it was gone, I could tell that my mouth had been full of some sort of adhesive that tasted both rancid and alcoholic. ickkkk. Fortunately it vanished as quickly as it came.
lots of office space and small scale clean up continues. Jim managed to make whatever arcane device he has hooked up at station two read the *OLD* floppies, (this required in part setting up a system that ran in OS8, and there is something unsettling about seeing those old startup screens on the new stations.) We read, opened, saved a few things and discarded several dozen floppies this afternoon. Barely a dent (clutches head like stunned monkey)
I am amazed at finding so many stories as I clean up my unsorted files (my project for the week) and concerned that the earliest ones that still seem to be missing ought to have been in folders with some of the foundlings.
Again -- if you are friended to my fiction journal. I am so sorry to be saturation spamming your lists. I am reliving the horror that came with having made that journal a community for the convenience of posting (which turned out to be nonexistent, but thankfully X-journal makes it simple, which just rubs salt in the wound.) I am enjoying hearing from some of you about those stories, but please feel free to unfriend it while I am working. I can't make private or back dated entries, the best I can do is members only - and most of you who are seeing it are members. The best I can offer is to turn the lot of you off as members and leave you friended. Let me know if you want me to do that, as I am only at the end of 2003....
Can't stop yawning. Think I'll see if Jim wants to go read manga in bed.
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Date: 2006-04-20 07:41 am (UTC)ohhhhhh i am so glad you said this. i thought i was the only person who did this.
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Date: 2006-04-20 12:35 pm (UTC)I don't mind seeing your writings fly by on my friends list, really. I pop in when a title intrigues me and revisit them, too! I'd think if anyone was feeling overwhelmed by it though, they could set up a filter and just leave the journal off that filter for the time being? Whatever. I'm enjoying seeing the amassed writings again.
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Date: 2006-04-20 02:51 pm (UTC)I love they way you think! We have only one Ranma cd that we got eons ago, it's either from a live show or with live tracks or something, we cannot read the notes of course. Anyway, the high point for us has always been Kodachi's track in which her maniacal laughter takes the place of lyrics.