10 October
Check out my new design, courtesy of Saundra, natch. Get it? It's a Hallowe'en costume for my journal! Now gimme some candy!
I re-watched the Buffy premiere again last night, and there was one thing that just made me laugh--when, after the demons break up the resurrection, Willow says to Xander, "She's gone, Buffy's gone and she's never ever coming back," right as Buffy is clawing her way out of her coffin, all I could think of was, "Look skyward, moron!"
The other thing that made me laugh was in last week's Angel, where the brain guy is filling out his tax form, and the woman from Wolfram and Hart says to hi, "If I don't have your 1099, payroll can't cut you a check!" and I was like, hey, he's not filling out a 1099, he's filling out a W2! I know 1099s, don't tell me about 1099s, I send them out every February!
I seem to have become an accounting geek without my knowledge.
On the van home last night, the guy behind me leaned on the back of my head and pulled my hair a little, and I suddenly had this very strong feeling that I was going to get hit in the head.
I could feel it, I could see it, I was going to get hit very very hard, maybe even crushing my scull a little, in the left back quarter of my head. I was absolutely certain of it.
Of course, it didn't happen, but it really was very clear, and I guess the reason that it struck me so strongly was that it was different than the injury fantasies that I usually have are about my falling down face first, unable to catch myself, and my nose just exploding on the sidewalk or the floor. My old injury fantasy was about walking down the street, stepping off the curb, and suddenly breaking my ankle.
I know why I used to fear breaking my ankle--that was sometime after I sprained my ankle eight times in six months and it was so weak that I would sprain it by walking, and the face-breaking one comes from walking around reading all the time, including walking down the stairs, and sometimes I think I'm going to not notice I'm at the top of the stairs and just plummet. But I don't know why I'm afraid of someone suddenly smashing my head in.
I just realized something else, that the other two fears were about my doing something to myself, this is the first time I have ever been afraid of someone doing something to me.
What harm to you fear coming to you?
By the way, thanks for your Sims help, guys! I ended up doing a full re-install, but at least I knew what files I needed to save and my families are all intact.
Today's
horoscope:
A friend goes that "extra mile" for you today. Count your blessings and be appreciative.
One year ago today:
"Look, the old dears still remember their choreography, lo these many years later!"
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