Damn, couldn't get Wednesdays off, after all :\

No early Thanksgiving break for me :\

'Splody hand.

The portion of my right hand under the ring finger has been aching since two days ago. At first I thought it was just from bowling on Friday, but the eczema flared up last night--the finger swelled enough to cut off circulation to the tip of my finger, itched enough that I couldn't sleep, and oozed enough cellular fluid or leukocytes to soak through two tissues.

The swelling and itching didn't go down after applying fluocinonide and started exploding oozing after I put on hyrdocortisone in desperation, despite knowing that it had only made the eczema worse in the past.

The tingling fingertip scared me, but I had no way to share because it was 2am and I had no internet.

My cat and I are similar.

We both attach so intensely, to so few.

We both start missing those we love and rely on
in fear and anticipation of parting.

It doesn't matter that it shouldn't be possible.

All I feel is my extra bits of stomach and the distance we will soon have between us.

They are dominating my motivation and necessity to accomplish.

The Joy of computers

I knows the meaning of it.

I'm rather pleased by the Lenovo Ideapad Y560 I received from UPS today. I'd been waiting all Labour Day weekend for it since it arrived in a check-in station 20 minutes away from my dwellings. Technically, my Dad received it for me since I was away in the Sunset-Richmond area for some free museum touring and didn't come back until almost midnight.

But yaaaaay, computer. I'd been giddy--pawing at T and wagging my invisible tail--every time I saw a laptop today.

Nice, pretty computer. I didn't want to worry about how it'd look because I know I would obsess otherwise, but it's actually pretty nice. It's actually pretty suitable to my tastes. It matches with my phone but hopefully not down to the cracks. Anyway, too tired to stuff my computer full of programs before some sleep right now.

Darkness is my friend. So is the TV

The sun was too bright this morning at eight. It pierced through my eyelids every time my barrier of pillows and blankets collapsed. It never bothered me before. Now the ceiling light is causing the same problem. Too bright. Maybe watching too much House does this.

I should be slaying demons in style instead.

After 23 million seconds

In truth, often I don't think I know how to have a healthy, close relationship with others properly. Don't even believe I can do it even when I think about it. There's always something excessive or lacking about them.

Makes me grateful and undeserving of the happiness I have received.

I am torn by the decision between distressing over the drastically quick and uncharacteristic way I've attached to That Guy and discarding the deep emotions that belatedly manifested in my life for a more agreeable personality.

The Guy thinks it's not much of a problem but I should do something about it.