31.1.08
Haircut!
In the best tradition of haircut blogging... I got a haircut today. It wouldn't have been a note-worthy event if it wasn't the first one in six months. In fact, it would've been exactly six months on Monday.
In other news, Toy's A key is dead. I'm writing this copy-pasting all the As. No delaying the new laptop any more, I suppose. Since I'm not ready to pay 50% more for ASUS G1S's DDR3 video memory, it'll be a Dell Inspiron 1520 after all. I must say I find it quite stupid that 1) you can find so few laptops with decent graphics chip that don't have 17" screens and 2) Dell decided to replace the 1520 with a weaker machine.
In other news, Toy's A key is dead. I'm writing this copy-pasting all the As. No delaying the new laptop any more, I suppose. Since I'm not ready to pay 50% more for ASUS G1S's DDR3 video memory, it'll be a Dell Inspiron 1520 after all. I must say I find it quite stupid that 1) you can find so few laptops with decent graphics chip that don't have 17" screens and 2) Dell decided to replace the 1520 with a weaker machine.
30.1.08
Talk Is...
Is having more than the usual inclination for bullshitting and ideas about doing things I hate and despise an effect? Is not having gone from work straight to bed for two afternoons when I'm not getting much sleep at night an effect?
28.1.08
222.2
Unless almost going to get a haircut on Saturday morning counts as an effect, all I've been having thus far are side effects, and they've stopped being fun.
26.1.08
Beer!
I bought some!
25.1.08
Side Effects Include
The first reboxetine pill ever, and I've already counted three. Rather intense ones.
At least, my pink pills are pink again.
At least, my pink pills are pink again.
24.1.08
Images in the Night
Was it a dream, those images that wouldn't let me sleep? The images that faded with the morning and the too-early awakening, the memory of their passing the only thing they left behind... There is one certainty, however: they weren't a child's dream. They were too real, too related to my 'life'. No heroes out of the tales, no great deeds, no flying. Just images of reality. And strangly, they weren't disturbing. I could even say they were encouraging, in some way, and worth wasting a night's sleep for. But I don't remember what they were.
Is it possible to feel rested and tired at the same time? Although, maybe not rested... Relaxed would be a better word, I think. Is it possible?
Is it possible to feel rested and tired at the same time? Although, maybe not rested... Relaxed would be a better word, I think. Is it possible?
23.1.08
The Lack of the Pink
It is horribly, horribly obvious that I didn't eat a pink today. I haven't bitten anyone's head off, but I think I'm on the way. The things I've seen and heard aren't helping...
22.1.08
Worried
The shrink checkup, among other things, resulted in a new pill. Now I'm afraid for my dreams.
21.1.08
Precious
A pink a day doesn't keep the boss away... But it makes him easier to tolerate.
Good Mondays indeed are something precious.
Good Mondays indeed are something precious.
19.1.08
In Anger
The Light of Axim shone on me, and I dreamed. Two dreams in one night, though I remember only one. The flying one, the second such in the last month. But the Light must've been fierce. This flying dream wasn't a peaceful one, as they usually are. Oh, I flew, but I flew in anger. I flew on the wings of vengeance. I flew, and I killed, and I loved every moment of it.
Kind of scary, now that I think of it...
Kind of scary, now that I think of it...
17.1.08
Sensations
My hands smell, and I have no idea what of.
16.1.08
A Wild Ride
I still have dreams, even though I'm eating mind-numbing pills and looking at that one idiotic personage every day...
So the Light of Axim shone on me, however briefly (or maybe because of it), and I dreamed. I'm not sure this was a child's dream, since it involved real people as their real selves and mostly real locations, and I didn't have any kind of fantastic role. But the situation was more than a little bizarre.
No, I'm not going to tell it. I'm just glad I had it.
So the Light of Axim shone on me, however briefly (or maybe because of it), and I dreamed. I'm not sure this was a child's dream, since it involved real people as their real selves and mostly real locations, and I didn't have any kind of fantastic role. But the situation was more than a little bizarre.
No, I'm not going to tell it. I'm just glad I had it.
14.1.08
Autosuggest
This one was supposed to go up on Monday, but I fell asleep, so it didn't. I'll cheat and pretend it did, though.
Today wasn't such a bad day. Yes, it was Monday, and yes, those other things I'm not mentioning in public were true, but it was still a fairly nice day. And why? Because I kept telling myself it was going to be a nice day. I spent most of the night before telling myself that, and most of the morning, but in the end, it worked. OK, OK, I popped a pink, too. I cheated a little. Sue me.
The only counterproductive thing was the sleepless night. When I got home, I didn't manage to stay awake for long, so the evening was wasted... But still.
But still. Maybe I should start repeating that, too.
Today wasn't such a bad day. Yes, it was Monday, and yes, those other things I'm not mentioning in public were true, but it was still a fairly nice day. And why? Because I kept telling myself it was going to be a nice day. I spent most of the night before telling myself that, and most of the morning, but in the end, it worked. OK, OK, I popped a pink, too. I cheated a little. Sue me.
The only counterproductive thing was the sleepless night. When I got home, I didn't manage to stay awake for long, so the evening was wasted... But still.
But still. Maybe I should start repeating that, too.
13.1.08
Genocidal Thought Inducing People
As it turns out, a part of the after-election 'program' of the Serbian minority in this country, in the person of their current leader Milorad Pupovac, among other 'cultural autonomy' points, is the demand that all the World War 2 partisan monuments be restored. Now, there's nothing wrong with restoring those monuments. Their wide-spread destruction at the beginning of the 90s is something this country should be ashamed of; saying that they were monuments to communism and not anti-fascism is a thin excuse for stupidity-induced vandalism of a disgusting minority. But to include them into the Serbian minority's 'cultural autonomy' (what the fuck is that, anyway?) is just another veiled attempt to paint the Croats as genocidal Nazis. As if the entire anti-fascist resistance movement wasn't a) led by a Croat and b) didn't start as a mostly Croatian thing which the Serbs joined only after their chosen champion turned out to be a filthy collaborator.
Some people really should've gotten ethnically clensed...
Some people really should've gotten ethnically clensed...
12.1.08
In the Night
Sono ubriaco, e giocco con le candele.
I'm really going to burn the house down one of these days...
I'm really going to burn the house down one of these days...
11.1.08
Back to Having Fridays
A thing is worth as much as the market will pay for it.
I only wish this wasn't so hard to remember when the amounts of money the football players in this country are getting. I don't really care how much they're getting elsewhere. In this country, those multimillion euro sums come in part from the taxpayers' pockets, so it's not really the market paying, is it?
I only wish this wasn't so hard to remember when the amounts of money the football players in this country are getting. I don't really care how much they're getting elsewhere. In this country, those multimillion euro sums come in part from the taxpayers' pockets, so it's not really the market paying, is it?
10.1.08
1337
Yay!
9.1.08
M800
It looks like a status symbol. It feels like a status symbol. Only I have no status to symbolise...
But it writes nicely.
But it writes nicely.
8.1.08
Self-improvement Is Masturbation
I'm not a sheep. I'm not a shepherd. And I'm not a wolf. So what am I?
6.1.08
Candles Burning in the Night...
...or not.
Croatian tea-lights are worth their weight in shit.
Croatian tea-lights are worth their weight in shit.
3.1.08
Fly!
The Light of Axim shone on me, and I dreamed many dreams. They were interesting, and exciting, and everything one would want from dreams. They were, mostly, a child's dreams, for which I am thankful. I'm not going to write about them, though. Not yet, at least.
Most importantly, however, I had a flying dream. It wasn't a very eventful one, I just flew around my old neighbourhood, but it was very fast and exciting flying. Most importantly, I still have flying dreams.
Most importantly, however, I had a flying dream. It wasn't a very eventful one, I just flew around my old neighbourhood, but it was very fast and exciting flying. Most importantly, I still have flying dreams.
1.1.08
Happy New Year!
I can't say I wouldn't prefer to be somewhere like the place where I was a year ago...
