So, I have a terrible headache, but I don't want to take painkillers because it's of the special sort I get that center in my right eye (in which I am blind, o people who have friended me recently, and which occasionally fills with blood which causes the doctors to freak out and forbid me from getting out of bed for a week), and so I want to be able to feel if it gets better or worse instead of drugging it.
On the other hand, it could simply be from the fact that I didn't manage to eat anything until after 5 today. But I have no way of knowing! Fun.
Part of the reason I didn't have time to eat was because I ran a presentation for the Speaker's Bureau today. Within the last few hours, I've had already had two new people friend me as a result over on facebook, the mySpace of people who aren't interesting enough to write posts. This seems to inevitably happen when I run panels, but since I am in pain and resentful, it annoys me today. I'm only charismatic in front of an audience, people, in actual conversation I will bore you, and it will be sad. Don't force me to prove this.
But, despite all this, check out my new icon! Isn't it the coolest thing you've ever seen? It makes me very happy. When my parents tell stories about me as a child, they never revolve around my wanting to be a ballerina or a princess. Instead, I made up stories that inevitably featured the phrase, "at the 'toke of midnight..."
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remix_redux: is anyone else having trouble deciding where the line is between rewriting a story, telling the exact same story with different words, and taking the basic idea and doing something completely different? Because, uh, if you'd like to talk to me about it, I'd be willing to listen. You know. For your sake.
On the other hand, it could simply be from the fact that I didn't manage to eat anything until after 5 today. But I have no way of knowing! Fun.
Part of the reason I didn't have time to eat was because I ran a presentation for the Speaker's Bureau today. Within the last few hours, I've had already had two new people friend me as a result over on facebook, the mySpace of people who aren't interesting enough to write posts. This seems to inevitably happen when I run panels, but since I am in pain and resentful, it annoys me today. I'm only charismatic in front of an audience, people, in actual conversation I will bore you, and it will be sad. Don't force me to prove this.
But, despite all this, check out my new icon! Isn't it the coolest thing you've ever seen? It makes me very happy. When my parents tell stories about me as a child, they never revolve around my wanting to be a ballerina or a princess. Instead, I made up stories that inevitably featured the phrase, "at the 'toke of midnight..."
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