31.1.07
Modern Deformities
The Vista launch event in London today featured a 'rare da Vinci notebook', a newsletter I'm recieving stated. It took me some 10 minutes to realise that it's not a computer, but a paper book Leonardo scribbled in...
30.1.07
Five o'Clock Tea
Dreams, dreams... Do they mean I'm feeling good?
29.1.07
And Saw It Was Good
After months of almost no dreams at all, I've had two flying ones in a short time. I think this break is achieving its purpose.
27.1.07
Name the Film
What is steel compared to the flesh that wields it?
26.1.07
Name the Song
The dream is alive, with the moon on the hills every night...
Run around and see another side of the dream...
Freedom has a meaning for me...
Run around and see another side of the dream...
Freedom has a meaning for me...
25.1.07
One Past 1111
A Thursday that feels liek a Friday. Normally, it's a nasty feeling to have. Now, it makes me happy, since I'm having two Fridays this week.
Go, me.
Go, me.
24.1.07
Gummed Dreams
Of all things, I dreamed of chewing a piece of gum. I was chewing a gum, and when it got all mushy, I would spit it out. Only, I could never spit out all of it, and whatever remained would grow and grow, and I'd spit it out, and it would grow again, and I could never get rid of this half-dissolved piece of gum that was in my mouth.
And there was also our countess somewhere in there, I didn't figure out what she had to do with anything...
And there was also our countess somewhere in there, I didn't figure out what she had to do with anything...
23.1.07
Bleh. Again. Tired again. Sleepy. Yawny.
I'll blame the weather.
I'll blame the weather.
22.1.07
Never Mind the Count
This has been a stupid day.
21.1.07
Day... No Point Any More
It all boils down to one thing. I am not strong enough. And I am smart enough to need the strength.
20.1.07
Day... Day... Eight?
Six Tomislavs. A record that is likely to stay unbroken for quite some time.
A Certainty
My own is the hand that will bring the end. There can be no other way.
Can there be anything sadder than to know this?
Can there be anything sadder than to know this?
A Truth
One is always one's worst enemy. Nobody can ever hurt us like we ourselves can. There is no escape from the pain we cause to ourselves, because to fight back is to inflict more pain, and to surrender is to give in to it. Either way, we lose, and there is no defeat more bitter and more definite than the one we suffer from our own hand.
19.1.07
Day Seven
I think I feel rested. I even had a flying dream.
18.1.07
Day Six
Headache. Possible reasons, many.
17.1.07
Day Five
Positive, new chairs. Negative, broken pipes and flooding from the flat above. Still tired. Overall, meh.
But the chairs are nice.
But the chairs are nice.
16.1.07
Day Four
It wouldn't be too realistic to expect a miraculous recovery in for days, would it...
15.1.07
Day Three
I still can't believe this... Was I really that desperate for a break that just being on one makes me feel better?
14.1.07
Day Two
Day one felt better...
13.1.07
Day One
The first day of my extended break... Just that fact makes me feel more rested already.
12.1.07
Am I Well, You Ask?
I've just had a violent rejection of a line of thought. So strong the push felt almost physical.
11.1.07
Just the Eyes
If yesterday felt like Friday, what day is it today?
10.1.07
Repetitio est...
Is there a point in actually stating it?
9.1.07
The Colour of Pills, Two
My pink pills have gone generic, and are therefore no longer pink.
8.1.07
Thirty Seconds
A half a minute. That's all it would've taken. I would've been away. Not around to, well, do another good deed. I suppose I can call it that. I have to admit that, given a choice, I would've prefered to avoid it, but now I can't say I'm sorry. Funny, how things are...
Not so long ago, I wished for pain that wasn't mine. Now, I've come to realise I wouldn't know what to do with it.
Not so long ago, I wished for pain that wasn't mine. Now, I've come to realise I wouldn't know what to do with it.
Morgen, Morgen...
I'm beginning to sound like a broken record (does anyone know what this means, or what a record is, any more?) even to myself... I'm tired. I'm so tired. Is there a point in repeating it?
6.1.07
The Wrong Pot
Three pens, one ink. Three different colours.
4.1.07
Deeds Come Back to Haunt
I think I did a very, very, very good deed today. Now I'm slightly sorry I did it, but what's done is done...
3.1.07
Moving On
Hosting paid for. I can now go on without feeling guilty. It's a good thing these guys are as reliable as they're inexpensive, I find it very annoying when people don't want to cooperate in taking my money for their services.
1.1.07
On a New Year
Clapping hands
And funny hats
Touch my soul...
Not at all.
One cup
Is the same as the other,
The champagne in it
Is bitter.
To be me on this night
Is to be me
On any night.
From the outside,
Always outside,
Looking in...
And funny hats
Touch my soul...
Not at all.
One cup
Is the same as the other,
The champagne in it
Is bitter.
To be me on this night
Is to be me
On any night.
From the outside,
Always outside,
Looking in...
