Strangest Week Ever.
Aug. 27th, 2004 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7People have come back from the dead. Or, at the very least, so far away, as to be as good thereas.
Jacosa: First node on the cross-Georgia/DC web. First day of Inman Middle school, my mother says, of Jacosa, whom i'd not yet met, "That girl kind of looks like Marika," a girl with whom i'd gone to elementary and middle school. She was in town. An amaizng experience, as always, and she's had a belief shift, since the last time i saw her. {1.12am: (Rachel's& Matmos - [The Precise Temperature of Darkness]). Had things been slightly different, i'd have met a lot of people, at lot sooner, through her.}
Chad: Lived with him, in the Douglas House. Chad was abrassive, loud, angy, an alcohoic, funny as hell, a great person to have as a friend, and, last time i knew anything about him, in a com, with a very poor prognosis. Very poor. Chad is alive. I saw him today. He was standing near my perch, at state, staring at me. He is much more Himself, it seems, and less the crazy Chad, of old... (The Art of Noise - [Instruments Of Darkness]). As i said, considering the prognosis, the last time i heard anything about him, the fact that he can stand upright and feed himself is a godsfucking miracle...
This week has been very strange. Everything i felt was going strangely, and too quickly, i've performed perfectly upon, or has slowed to match pace. In some cases, i've simply sped up. Must keep up with my readings. My mind is... Doing very strange things.
Going to go addendum that dream, from earlier, today, and ponder the happenings of this evening...
Later...
Jacosa: First node on the cross-Georgia/DC web. First day of Inman Middle school, my mother says, of Jacosa, whom i'd not yet met, "That girl kind of looks like Marika," a girl with whom i'd gone to elementary and middle school. She was in town. An amaizng experience, as always, and she's had a belief shift, since the last time i saw her. {1.12am: (Rachel's& Matmos - [The Precise Temperature of Darkness]). Had things been slightly different, i'd have met a lot of people, at lot sooner, through her.}
Chad: Lived with him, in the Douglas House. Chad was abrassive, loud, angy, an alcohoic, funny as hell, a great person to have as a friend, and, last time i knew anything about him, in a com, with a very poor prognosis. Very poor. Chad is alive. I saw him today. He was standing near my perch, at state, staring at me. He is much more Himself, it seems, and less the crazy Chad, of old... (The Art of Noise - [Instruments Of Darkness]). As i said, considering the prognosis, the last time i heard anything about him, the fact that he can stand upright and feed himself is a godsfucking miracle...
This week has been very strange. Everything i felt was going strangely, and too quickly, i've performed perfectly upon, or has slowed to match pace. In some cases, i've simply sped up. Must keep up with my readings. My mind is... Doing very strange things.
Going to go addendum that dream, from earlier, today, and ponder the happenings of this evening...
Later...
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Date: 2004-08-26 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
I was talking about prior engagements, tonight, with said old friends. Talking about how it's going to be awhile, before the next one.
People so often think that i used to be married... It's really creepy...