moonshadedweller

Wow, it's been 4 1/2 years since my previous journal. 1.) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4. "as an experiential state (e.g. of emptiness), then we'll be unable..." (Philosophy Now.) 2.) Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you reach? A large stack of cds or a travel itinerary. 3.) What is the last thing you watched on TV? I don't get TV where I am. 4.) Without looking guess what time it is? 11.15pm 5.) Now look at the clock. What is the actual time? 11.20pm 6.) With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Thunder, crickets and random dog noises. 7.) When did you last s

 Things have been rather strange for me lately. I lost track of time. I lost my keys. I found my keys again. I lost my memory. Some of it is coming back. I almost lost my sanity. Thankfully that is still mostly intact if a little tattered. I tried to get a new job. I think that failed because my current job IS fail manifest. Twice now I have been belittle over shit that wasn't my fault. I'd have a punching bag only, I'm pretty sure I'd end up stabbing it and the thought of punching bag entrails all over the floor kind of disturbs me because I'm easily impressed by visions. Visions, speaking of; I've been zoning out at work, I find myself w

"...And one is almost inclined to say, Confound it, the painters are almost like a family, a fatal combination of persons with contrary interests, each of whom is opposed to the rest; and two or more are of the same opinion only when it's a question of combining together to annoy another member...." -Vincent van Gogh