"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
"My Pez reality dispenser is empty. And I just don't care."

Still in the grip of timed insomnia, my body slamming me into consciouness like fucking clockwork, just before I manage to actually get any rest.

No direction, and so no progress.

I think I got into a fight with Michelle last night, but it's hard to say. Guess I'll find out when she doesn't talk to me again.

Funny how familiar those words are...

sigh.

It's just a matter of gaining some semblence of control. And not even taking it back because it has become clear to me that it was never mine to begin with.

(Apparently I managed to scrawl a few paragraphs of something before I passed out last night. Looks to be typical hackerfic crap. Blah.)

December 10, 2004 6:16 PM
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Maybe I'll send you some cookies. Gloria's Tasty Cookies + milk or soy milk = satisfaction (and, perhaps, SLEEP)

Posted by: calliope at December 10, 2004 8:03 PM

Gloria cookies are pretty awesome. I'm *pretty* sure I've had some before.

Rik is a fan, though, and Rik only likes good food. So.

Posted by: bda at December 11, 2004 7:08 PM
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