December 10th, 2003

Wedding day

Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue

"Seepage from deep, black, brittle experiments which failed and transformations too hard to find. 'I was overcome and turned to red.' Duster's dust became the sale. Lucifer the light. A restless motion came to move and then subside. In endless knocking at the door - it's time. Tyranny & Mutation. Tyranny & Mutation."

Alright. Who the hell is responsible for the snow?

When I was like, twelve years old, I used to leave obscene messages on Elmer Childress's voicemail complaining about not getting enough snow to cancel school. Is this my punishment? (Okay, okay. I never actually did that.)

Actually, the snow isn't too bad, and despite what my friends are reporting about the roads, my drive home was uneventful. Still, I wasn't prepared to come out of work today only to find the locks on my car doors frozen shut. 's okay -- I got it worked out. I'll have to find a good way to remedy this in the coming months, since it will no doubt happen again. I remember a couple of years ago when after evening classes, I discovered that everything on my car had frozen, including the ignition. I could get the car started, but only without the key.

This is not something I advertised to my classmates.

And what on earth is with all the anxieties in my life ganging up on me at once? Can all this stuff hold off for a couple of months? And maybe stop giving me free UPS calendars?

I'm sorry that nobody knows what I'm talking about. It's not worth my time to go into detail, and it isn't worth your time to read it, unless, of course, you're me. And if it ever gets to the point where I'm reading my own livejournal to figure out what's eating me... Ah, never mind.
  • Current Music
    Marco Beltrami -- Sundown Search