• Mood: impatient
• Music: Cocteau Twins - Suckling the Mender

"The smiling agents of confusion are coming!"

So, alright. Things have not changed, it's still all up in the air, potentially very very fucked, but at least I made a very small token stab at Responsibility yesterday. As for the results, that's what I am awaiting. I'm not sure what's going to come of today's efforts, but I'm slightly less panic-stricken and convulsive than I was yesterday... I'm even somewhat naively optimistic, but this will likely change when the banks start dishing out Heaping Helpings of reality on my worrying ass.

Presently, I am in the midst of waiting, dwelling and obsessively trying not to dwell.

(Follow this link at your own risk! Not quite pr0n)
This is pretty impressive finger-banging!


Free Will? Hippy!

"On the eve of the American Revolution in 1775, Paul Revere rode his horse from Charlestown to Lexington, MA, warning the local population that an invasion force of British troops was on its way. Last night I dreamed you were like a modern Paul Revere, only instead of yelling "The British are coming!," you were shouting "The smiling agents of confusion are coming!" What do you think that means, Scorpio? Here's one conceivable dream interpretation: In your waking life, you should expose the dangers posed by fuzzy-brained catalysts, no matter how well-intentioned they might seem. Here's another possible interpretation: Be on the lookout for polite manipulators who use their sweet charm to get their selfish way."

You have to hand it to Brezney, he has quite a fertile imagination.


And now some other crap...

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