A handsome piece of deformity.

Damnit. Had a great day, and my evening starts off with not one but two lousy pieces of news.

First, my colour cartridge crapped out in the middle of my printing off a series of compact disc stickers. Huzzah. Love paying fifty dollars for forty-odd millilitres of ink.

Second, and far far worse, I just learned that my cousin, at the age of twenty, has impregnated his just-turned-sixteen year old girlfriend. You know, my cousin? The thieving, bullying, lying drug addict? Yeah, him.

This angers me immeasurably because, knowing what my cousin is like, the poor child he’s stupidly helped create in a drug-ridden stupor will be but another playing piece in the game of emotional blackmail he plays with my aunt and uncle — extorting money from them by playing their parental sympathies (when he doesn’t just break in and steal it to feed his belly and habit, that is). This, of course, is assuming that he’s telling the truth for once and that his girlfriend really is pregnant and that the pregnancy is carried to term.

Fuck.

A child is not a toy. A child is not a game piece. A child is a human being that deserves the nurturing necessary to create a responsible individual.

I suppose that the good news in all of this is that, selfishly, my evening can only get better from this moment on…

Received and ate a neat piece of chocolate tonight. Said chocolate was really neat because, unlike most, within the confines of its wrapper it contained, of all things, a small fortune — you know, like the fortune cookies they serve at most Asian restaurants.

Anyways, opening the chocolate revealed a really neat fortune — no, not a cat, love, though that wasn’t for my lack of wishing — that reads as follows:

Never close your lips to one to whom you have opened your heart.

I wholly agree. As such, beloved: as always, mine heart, thoughts and kisses are yours for as long as you wish.

The first part of the day is over. Methinks I shall purchase and indulge in a coffee on the way home — I need caffeinated fuel for my foreseen marking this evening. Hopefully that, in combination with the (new!) Navicon Torture Technologies discs I shall be listening to, shall be sufficient in warding off sleep until I’ve accomplished the marking I’m setting out to do.

…though, reading my blog entry from earlier today, sleeeeeeep would certainly be nice. That, and finishing Gaiman’s “Endless Nights” (of which I’ve read the first three shorts already, love; Death, Desire, and Dream) is very appealing.

Oh, fie. We shall see. :)

I am so tired. Yesterday was very, very long. After being go-go-go all day long, after being ‘on’ throughout its duration, I was unable to find my ‘off’ switch last night. All this, despite the fact that I could barely keep my eyes open for most of the morning and afternoon. Oh, pain.

Need… sleeeeeeep.

Learning of or seeing signs of death, any death, always makes life seem so much sweeter. I think perhaps the reason that people are upset by seeing something die or hearing of something dying is because, in its own way, sight or news of such things reminds us that we are in fact mortal and, one day, such a fate will be ours too.

That, and knowing how much we ourselves love life, are saddened to know that such joy has been extinguished within another creature that, only seconds prior, was as alive as we.

Being sick is an awful thing. Woke this morning feeling worse than I did yesterday — stuffed up and, despite the eight hours of sleep I’d enjoyed, utterly zonked. Still, I’ve managed to drag myself to work (yay me) and eagerly await the end of the day.

The eight hours sleep enjoyed last night was a treat, enhanced by the really neat dream I had. Sadly, I can hardly recall the details; only vague impressions, feelings, pervade any conscious thought directed at my slumber-seeing. Something about a floating pirate ship with an enormous interior, lit by torches, and ghastly. The ship was peopled by dozens if not hundreds of hideous humanoids that were trying to hunt me down — I know not why, nor can I connect the belief that this ship was somehow sailing an ocean of thought in some alternate timespace that was, if even only peripherally, connected with ours.

‘Twas a strange dream I had, spent hiding and, oddly enough, dragging the torso of a mannequin around with me, culminating in me escaping the hell-ship with the aid of a remorseful shiphand.

I wish I could remember more, though; the dream was a pleasant distraction from the illness which has currently taken up residence in my sinuses.

Today finds me being a lazy bastard. Though I have career-related work to attend to, it’s not pressing enough to warrant the use of my weekend-time to pursue.

That said, my lackadaisical attitude this day has borne to fruition the following things: sleeping, compact disc burning, wrestling with my burning program, a delightful though short-lived telephone conversation with my beloved, more burning and labeling, a trip to the local convenience store for a bag of crisps and a soda, musical indulgence, and reading — in approximately that precise order (is that a contradiction in terms?).

It feels good to take a weekend off now and again, truly it does. Back to reading…!

No time for a long post; time is short and as such a short update shall have to suffice.

Life’s good. Watermelon is sweet. Life is fleeting and all sensation and feeling is enjoyable.

I’m in a Zen-like mood today, reflecting on the sweetness of even pain and frustration. I’m grateful to be alive and well enough to experience such things, let alone the joy of a sunset and the caress of a lover.

Once more: life’s good. Hi, love!

New keyboard. Smoooth…!

Tiny lil’ update to fix glaring typography errors. :)

Oh, and hey, what happened to the temperature? Snow in September? Sheesh…!

Life’s good. Need to keep up my sleep pattern, though; I’ve mistakenly stayed up too late the past two nights.

Last night’s lateness was the direct result of my home-keyboard going berserk. There I am, in the midst of concocting an email, and the bloody thing goes bananas. I stayed up a few hours struggling to get it working and rose early to resume work, but alas, all for naught. I need to purchase a new one, and quickly. My profession demands access to a keyboard from home.

Hrrm. Today… I am Two Dozen and One: A Space Odyssey.

Ok, that was awful. Still, it does nothing to trump the pun whimpered by me love last night. Gods, I don’t think ANYTHING can trump that one. :)

The weekend has, sadly, come to a close. Sleep promptly found me last night though so too did the alarm clock on the morn.

The brief flickers of waking consciousness rattling about my skull called my attention to a number of things: the fuzzing of the off-station radio, the faint numbness about my cold toes, and the distinct absence of a warm body beyond mine own.

Reflecting on the latter in light of the two former provided for some entertaining and grin-inducing thoughts and, as such, I arose from bed in high-spirits.

Life is good.

The day, concluded…

Happy phone call! Oh, ooma, you are derisann.
First slurpee in about a week; pure Pepsi.
Campus-crawling and bookstore-bound.
Irritable from sugar. Mental note: stop!
Parked by Wizards; magic’s in the air.
Still irritable. Raarr. Bad Ass helps.
Be calm, be calm — computers!
Gingerly shopping. Salty, too.
Love. Sweet, sweet love.
Such
sweet
sorrow…