Tuesdays...

...feature silence in large doses, the gifts of the mind in smaller amounts, and sometimes wish that they had more courage.

I was thinking about BBS's a moment ago. They weren't my very first introduction to the concept of being online (America Online at thirteen popped that cherry, I'm afraid), but they were the first place I started having a concept of 'online friends'. Most of those were people I went to school with and practiced flirting with online because I wasn't brave enough to do it offline. I only had in-person meetings with a couple of the people I first met online in those days, and neither of them amounted to anything in the long run. I don't even remember their names.

I'm not entirely certain what brought that out of my mind, other than my usage of the word 'silence' in the first sentence. Silence, you see, was one of my major monikers for my stint on the BBS's I frequented. The other was Tylanna, if you happened to be curious.

Mmnmnnneeeh. I am now going to go do a variety of things related to going to sleep. Perhaps I will post more tomorrow. Perhaps I will not. We shall, as they say, see.

(Incidentally, I drank a shooter today that had the taste and consistency of extremely combustible chocolate pudding. It was, shall we say, an intriguing experience. Shortly after consuming that mysterious concoction I got into a punwarwordwar revolving around the word 'dill'. I think I won, because my opponent eventually defaulted and started using many fishy words. ;} ...Perhaps it is one of those things where you just sort of 'had to be there.')

And I'm not actually infuriated about anything. Mostly just drowsy.

Sing a song of socks and sullivans...

I haven't made it to bed yet, obviously, so I'm abstracting myself into a point in time. This is an exercise that ought to keep me entertained for the next little while, or until I decide that being a one-dimensional being isn't the most amusing thing in the world. You know, whichever comes first.

Ack. The cat is licking my stomach. I must be a little dirty. She seems to have a taste for human sweat. -_=;

That puts a right crimp in my distracting activities. Hurm. I shall have to find something to do that can be done while a cat slurrups at your stomach. This is very mysterious. Penny used to lick my hands, face, and arms, but this is...almost ridiculous, were I to be completely honest with you. My tummy-tum is being scoured by a sharkskin tongue and the kitty herself is purring delightedly.

Ah, she has stopped, and...no, wait. There she goes again. And pause (paws?). And blink up at me sleepily.

I now have a little not-quite-raw spot. The redness will only last a few moments, however, because I do not mark well.

Hem. Well, that's done in those plans. I suppose that I'll simply have to go to sleep now.

Good night, then.
Pleasant sleeps.

Aqua-tipped feathers.

The moment is new and freshly set in your mind
You've reached a place standing between sea and sky
Now comes the hard part, the tough choice--I can't lie.
Should you start swimming, or would you rather fly?

Everything feels lovely to me, quiet and calm, but in a state of unstoppable gentle rocking motion. The bad things that happen can't be outweighed by the good, not right now. Even when the flea bites, when the mosquito stings I am unhappy, which still happens sometimes at Something Awful in the A.M., I know I can sleep and wake and it'll be gone. But unlike some occasions on which I've found myself feeling this peaceful, it doesn't seem still and silent. It's quiet, yes, but the wind is still blowing, the earth continues to spin, and people around me continue to change. Things continue to occur to adjust my view on the world, and usually in more positive ways.

There is no devil between me and the deep blue sea, and I can jump in if I like, or, if I prefer, I can take off and soar.

Editor's Note: There is a distinct lack of 'irate' in this passage. This should be rectified at leisure, or not, perhaps. Either way, this mood is decidedly inaccurate.