Miracles Really Do Happen, Sometimes

Miracles Really Do Happen, Sometimes

Recently, as you know, my roommate moved out, which left me in a financial crisis. I’ve been working on various means to improve my situation, but none of them were moving with anything approaching warp speed. I spent most of the previous week trying to keep my power from being shut off; the agency for state aid here told me on Monday that they could definitely help me, then never called and never answered any more of my phone calls. Perhaps the guy whose voicemail I kept getting wasn’t the same guy I initially spoke to, and perhaps that guy was out of line. Perhaps something came up and the office has been uninhabited all week. All I know is that a sure thing turned into a no-thing, and

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Collar Me in My Dreams

Collar Me in My Dreams

Another quick archival post, that was posted as an addendum to my last post of a few minutes ago.

“Just remembered. After processing dreams ended, I dreamt I went collar shopping. I tried on a metal one made of a bunch of very cool-looking links (variety of maybe four different kinds forming clusters, each link of a different type of metal) and almost got that but decided it was too necklacy. Then I moved on to leather, but all they had were pastels. *laughsnort* I was going for purple when the dream shifted and there were a bunch of zombies or some shit like that wandering around. We had to evacuate. Later there was some sexual aspect which I can’t see clearly now, but I woke up on the verge

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Archival Post – Fear and Doubt

Archival Post – Fear and Doubt

Another archival post. Between reading this post and updating the site over the last couple of days with regard to tags and categories, I’m firmly reminded that I still have yet to write the detailed post on doubt I promised a while back. I should probably get a notebook to keep a list of intended subject matter, but right now I have so many lists that I can’t find one for the 80 others piled haphazardly on top of it. To say I need to get better organized is something of an understatement, but there is progress on that front already. This week, alas, has been a sort of bubble of nightmarish worries overtaking regular activity, but if you ignore the last four days, things are moving smoothly along