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Got about three hours of sleep last night this morning, and I'll be lucky to stay awake at my desk. The feeling is kind of cool, however, the stoned feeling of sleep deprivation (sometimes I feel it as a stoned feeling, sometimes as the jitters; I prefer the former). Depending on how I feel at lunch time, I may take some vacation hours and leave early. So nice to have that option. Makes me really feel for the millions of workers who couldn't leave early if they wanted to, and wouldn't get paid for it even if they did (I mean, I was one of those workers for a long time; thankfully, my middle-class background kept that from being a desperate situation).

( details of my week(end); possibly dull, almost certainly disjointed )

On the other hand...

...the boss says I can go home and sleep. Yay for good bosses!

I was all disappointed because we missed the Dyke March this weekend.

But it's *next* weekend! Yay!

"Sandra isn't"

Thanks to jdumars

Sandra isn't on "Alligator Al"; nor is she on "North Park" [Kinda spooky, since I live in North Park.]

Sandra isn't like other girls, though. While they play Spin the Bottle, she goes outside and holds ritual funerals for the small, dead animals she finds.

Sandra isn't shoring up the fragile boundaries of the self; she's purposely tearing them down.

Although Sandra isn't found guilty of murder, she loses everything including her husband and home.

Sandra isn't into the necro-thing for the dominating/power control thing, or the sexual thrill but, as she expresses to Matt, for the wonderful cross-over

Sandra isn't that much younger, and she must understand I haven't forgotten that she turns 50 in July 2003 [Oh, dear.]

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The evil kitty loaf shall invade Livejournal!

Submit your will to that of the Loaf!

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( last random web thingy for today, I promise )

Tattoo ponderings

Been thinking for a while about getting a tattoo. Well, three tattoos, really, but I mightn't get all three. It's just that I have three pictured in my head. One is the line drawing of a goddess that cute-poet-chick draws, and I see that on my flank or the small of my back, maybe. The second is some kind of lace or vine or other ornamental thingy on my "ribbon," a long, wide, satiny scar that goes from my sternum to my pubic bone. The third is a meandering vine, similar to that seen here (NOT worksafe). We'll see. I get tired of my hairstyle after a couple of weeks, so I've always been nervous about permanent bodymod, but then I got to thinking how much I love my ribbon of scar, and I've had that a dozen years. How much more might I love something I choose for myself, rather than something that was thrust upon me? (Though the answer to that might be "Not much, because the ribbon carries no possibility of self-recrimination.")

Must ponder more, but I've already located the studio I want to use if I use one, so I have the feeling this will happen sooner or later.