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i am: 40...a capricorn / moon in pisces / libra rising...an old soul with a young spirit...older than i look...contemplating my 3rd tattoo...NOT a web designer...a lesbian...working things out with the g.f....a native iowan...a graduate of cornell college and ohio state...a critical reader and thinker...really rather shy...agnostic...an ardent feminist...a bleeding-heart liberal...a pacifist...and so not your average white grrl...
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September 17, 2002
extREMe dreamingi woke up this morning with a red spot on my eye; a blood vessel has obviously burst. this has never happened to me before. i don't know whether i should be concerned or not.
my first thought was that i had somehow scratched my eye in my sleep, which i suppose is entirely possible. my next thought was, could it have been caused by dreaming? rapid eye movement gone bezerk? i was dreaming really intense dreams...kind-of a mix of fear factor and waiting around anxiously for something to happen...undoubtedly a product of a) having watched people on television (last nite) swim with alligators, eat insects and animal innards, and perform amazing feats inside and atop a careening oil tanker; and b) the anxiety i'm feeling about/for my friend, who is awaiting the results of a drug test...the unexpected prerequisite for a job that she really needs, wants, deserves, and would be terrific at (yes, i've already berated her about smoking while unemployed...).
what i really need to be doing is purging my office in preparation for our move to a new building next tuesday...or packing my office...or at least doing some kind of work today. what i want to be doing is going down to the drug-testing place to bribe them (if necessary) or otherwise ensure a negative test result—because, if i can't solve everyone's problems, then what good am i?? what i will do is sit here and worry obsess about a potential positive test result...and about what's going on with my eye (at least until i've found something online—or gotten a doctor—to tell me that i needn't worry).
i can't stand myself sometimes.
12:14 PM
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