372 Years Ago

There was a full moon lunar eclipse on the winter solstice.

In about 15 hours, if it's not cloudy, North Americans and other

will be able to enjoy that again.

What would the Mayans do? : )

Seems like we posted another lunar eclipse not so long ago.

Here's to the lengthening of days.

Happy summer, Southern Hemisphere.

I'm 20; I'll be 21 next week

That's a hell of a good age to be.

I wish I were that age again.

Because, Ben … you'll never be young again.

…

I think you ought to be taking it a little easier than you seem to be.

Sow a few wild oats, take things as they come —

Have a good time with the girls and so forth.

ps: does the illegal photo help: )

You know what

I bet that this rashy thing on the back of my hand is not a bed-bug creation;

Not only do the photos of people's bites and giant pink patches look unlike my hands'

Itchy bumps (much tinier), and not only can I not find any creatures around here

(Nor know of anyplace I, hermit, would have obtained them),

But I seem to remember that I am allergic to (tragedy!!) lavender oil.

It was the best deodorant I ever used; it built up quickly in my system and became

An itchy bumpy disaster.

This cuticle lotion (somewhat of a solid) works excellently, of course, and contains lavender oil

(And tea tree oil that I'm thankful not to be allergic to, but perhaps I am;

I have had a lot of it in

My life, and it's probable that it is some kind of combination reaction);

So, sigh, am I resigned to use the free gifted Avon products in lieu of those on Esty, the

Ones that contain "urea?"

I would so much rather sustain allergic reactions.

That's how "liberals" or anyone with "ideals"

Rolls …

and

Suffers out of illogical decisions.

Because the condition is also recently on the back of my other hand but not as severe (yet), and what bugs pick two non-close body parts to chomp on?

My hands, wintery dry, are the main place I put the lotion from a company that made the most affordable rose-true bath salts … I think that the couple split up.
There was an Etsy "we have moved" notice, but that link was defunct, too.
I hate getting addicted to things.

Four Years Ago

I offered a discussion about upward mobility,

job duties, and why

they were not necessarily related.

DAS + SAD

When I say, "I'm on it," the statement probably means I will get to it in three to six days. For some practices, it means six weeks; it's hard to predict / report to those who need (care) to know.

Delayed Attention Syndrome; I need more processing time; I'm not G-anything. I'm analog, at best.

SAD: yes, I also find it justifiably nearly impossible to move much or even move indoors when it is not sunny. (One can hardly clean in dim cloudy-sky-lighted place; and it's sometimes best merely to stay abed and think about what's next.) If I'm not moving, then I'm not going to communicate with you either.

It's not personal.

It is called "being stubborn." Those denial phases have never been troubling; it's the next (not in the 12) step. [Also, "higher power" doesn't work for me; and I could hardly ever be "anonymous" or pay for "real therapy."]

Anyway, most people have tolerated me for long enough. I give sometimes, too.

The other night-time, I found it sad and amazing that I could recall in a flash of neurons every bad aspect of every experience I've had, even the supposed most joyous-type ones. It's a grim slideshow and helps explain why I have not been able to respond well to teachers' requests to "recall such-and-such and write an essay on this very specific, memory-driven topic — in 10 minutes." Nope, can't act that quickly. That's just not fair, as much as it's not fair to do language-based tests on visually strong people.

Later, I dreamed of a repetitive inquiry while walking somewhere, from dad, who kept asking, "How do you know these repairs will increase the value of your house?" There were some other irritations; I'm not remembering them now. I did shout back at him several times. He is repetitive that way, and anti-social (unknowingly, the worst, or perhaps only, kind).

It all adds up.

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My second-former job is open again; no, no one at management level has come calling for my return, but I know that among community, I did have my fans. And I also heard from the Salt Mines re: updating my FBI fingerprint. Yes, I've gotten over that … nothing to hide.

Perhaps I can be providing insight in a month about how the $900 billion tax cuts are working out (though, don't those take effect in 2011?). I'm kind-of confused.

Also, much of what I originally wrote after the *** bar was erased; "the cloud" is unforgiving, unlike desktop-based renditions. I don't cherish the auto-auto-always-save / there IS no undo feature on blogs, etc.

Have not heard that particular dog since.

A little, but indoors.

Next-door dog is way too indoor-happy at (and encouraged by) "mom's" coming home daily.

Sigh.

Have hardly seen Succotash dumpster truck; economic indicator voodoo seems to think they are not doing well and/or the apartment-people who use the box have moved out.

Tomorrow is the last class of the class I'm not in anymore.

So, sleep has been fine; showers are where anxiety attacks occur.

Need a real office / routine / rewards.