Reading: Annals of the Black Company - Glen Cook
Listening: To my heartbeat
Thinking: bump, bump bump, bump
Drinking: tea
Ok-o-meter: 6
Quote for the day: It is a fearful thing, to love what death can touch.
- tombstone
Weather report: hot
12:20pm
Do you know why the night seems
strange? Maybe it's only the absence of sound, it is also the absence
of sense.
It is dark, and while not impossible
to see, perhaps that makes it worse. The mind takes what little it
can see and tries to fill in the rest.
Sound isn't absent, but times
alien to those who hear the day.
Touch is softer, more uncertain,
sacred. It is the soft smooth feel of water and air at rest.
Taste is more bitter, though
ghostly and smell is muted.
later
I am so mad! We were supposed
to get our family pictures today and they didn't come in. We had
to reorder and tomorrow we have to call an 800 number and complain.
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