Wheee, Twice In One Night!
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I have no idea why looking at my stats makes me want to update, but it does. And I'm remembering why it was I used to manage 10-12 updates a day - I kept checking my stats. *sheepish*

Besides, the headache is sort-of fading now, and it's not like there's anything else I technically should be doing. Cleaning, maybe... but I moved some of the boxes and have the first load+ of laundry waiting (I might even do one load tonight so there'll be clean towels in the morning and so I don't eat up ALL the hot water tomorrow). Heh, and I have blankbooks. LOTS of blankbooks. Have I mentioned that I'm more than a little obsessed with them?

Yes. I am a bookaholic. Right now, just here on the desk, there are:

My Not-Sober Book, black velvet with red and gold foil embossing, black pages. I write in here when I'm high or sleep-deprived or in any other way altered. I also keep phone numbers, email addresses, and other important bits on the back pages.

Bloody Scratchbook, wine-red velvet with white lined paper. It's just for jotting and scratching and doodling, really. A quote:

"So I spent most of yesterday and today helping a friend move. He's a good friend, one of the Good People, and I was glad I had a chance to help him out. It got me thinking about all the STUFF I carry. Ten tons of crap that I don't need, don't want exactly, don't use, don't have any reason to care about.

"The answer (I realized) is that I keep it around because I still remember where it came from. I was going through a box of my stuff and I figured out that yes, I really do still have memories attached to the things I keep. All the stuff that I've gotten rid of over the years was junk because I had forgotten where it came from.

"I know, kind of a 'duh' moment, but it seemed really important at the time."

The Fur Book, which is covered in fake fur that's got a kind of snakeskin/leopardprint pattern going on. It's where a lot of my worries and fears, and most of my femsub writings, end up.

Red China, a hardbound book with faintly-lined, off-white paper, hand-tied thread bindings, and an elastic strap holding it closed. I'm in the process of copying over a lot of my Book of Shadows stuff into this one.

My Book of Shadows, a HUGE plain ol' notebook, spiral-bound, standard college-rule paper. It's also got a handful of poetry, story notes, rune readings, and plenty more. I've had it since I first came to Portland.

Memorybook, unrled sturdy pages, a cover that was originally plain pale olive and is now covered with lots of designs in a rainbow of colors. It's got a wide black rubber band holding it closed, with the words 'The palest ink is better than the best memory.' written on it in white. This is where I'm keeping track of 'portant things - house rules, things that need to get done, what I owe to who.

Also, there's a black-covered unruled book that technically belongs to Ryan, but he said I could start at the back and draw in it if I want, which is good 'cause I don't have any other non-lined books other than Memorybook, and for obvious reasons I don't want that one taken over by doodling.

Somewhere I also have a slick grey ruled book, an unruled book with a tattered rice paper cover, a huge green spiral notebook, and a miniature notepad, but I have no idea where they all went. *sheepish* This is WHY I keep getting new books: between how fast I fill them and how often I misplace them for days, weeks, even months, I want to have several on hand. Just in case, you know.

I'm really kind of looking forward to Monday, since that's when I will be calling the doctor to tell her that yes, the pills work, and tell her what doses worked best. They're not too bad, pricewise - $8 for 20, which is a LOT cheaper than prozac, valium, and vicodin, which I'd have to take several of each per day to get the same effects, and it would be more damaging to my system and MUCH more addictive. So yeah, these new things are my friends. Anti-depressant, pain relief aimed specifically at the causes/symptoms of chronic pain, relaxant, and in high doses, sleeping pill. Impressive, is it now?

10:51 pm. I'm tempted to see if Trillian will actually FUNCTION now instead of crashing the computer again... it's too loud and too bright to go out and be sociable in the main room, sadly. Don't want my headache getting any worse.

I hope Ryan gets back from game soon. Snuggles and quiet conversation would be wonderful right now.

Oh, and for those of you who don't check Bash every day for the updates, please read this, this, this, and a nod to the obvious. *grins* Seriously, read. Then go catch up. No, it's NOT an online comic. It's just f'ing funny.

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