4:50am July 28, 2012

Oh and my mom sent me some of her old clothes.

Including these fuzzy comfy pajamas with stylized trees on them, which I immediately wore and continue wearing.

And I swear that wearing pink makes my skin look orange.

Even the parts I normally think of as pinkish.

It doesn’t show up right on my iPad camera. But it’s a really weird effect.

And bleccchhhh. I’ve got fairly intense nausea. Not enough to throw up, but enough to be very uncomfortable.

Enough to make any serious work on anything impossible.

And yet I keep getting these urges to write.

I can’t write right now except for things like this.

So there is no way I could write this stuff.

Especially the potentially inflammatory stuff I keep thinking of writing.

Where simply writing a basic opinion out is impossible.

Because if I just say that opinion. Without any explanation.

Then lots of blue cheese…

Okay WTF is blue cheese doing in that part of my language thingy?

So if I wrote certain things with no explanation.

Then the end result would be lots of people pissed off and taking me as having opinions I don’t have.

Whereas if I wrote the whole thing out.

Then it would make sense. People might disagree but they would know why they were disagreeing. And they’d be disagreeing with what I actually meant. Not with what they assumed I meant.

Ugh feel fuzzy all over. Falling asleep randomly. Probably better post.

So will just say: Welcome to what happens a lot in between making long coherent posts and crap. Only even this isn’t getting at the number of times I’m having to correct both random letters typing and random nonsense phrases. Oh well. Similar anyway.

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