the persistence of desire
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yamamanamaEmma said she might be coming down with a cold last Monday
I felt a bit shitty on Tuesday and dismissed it. Wednesday, I felt fine, aside from that time where I slipped, thwacked my arm, and have a bruise.
I woke up on Thursday feeling like complete shit. So what, I thought, I left the window open. Then I started to feel sick again.
My throat felt like it was on fire after a coughing fit on Friday morning. I think things get better and they don't. Saturday morning, I feel like shit. Halfway through saturday, I become congested as shit instead of sore throated as shit.
Sunday, the hellish cough came back. I told Emma the muralist not to visit me at the Wildlife Center, because she's literally the last person I want to get sick. Alex shouldn't come either, unless he's planning on going into an indefinitely long (but not necessarily permanent) exile on Saint Helena.
I didn't get any sleep on Monday morning because of coughing fits. Only thing I have for cold relief is in pill form, and they're huge and I have to take two of them, and I thought that's why cough syrup is a thing. I bought a bag of cough drops and I'm pretty sure I'm going to consume all of them by Thursday.
Meanwhile, Emma said she just got over a cold. I'm pretty sure I got it from her, and she's sorry for that. I just figured I should be immune to it seeing how I had a cold a few weeks ago. Which is what I said back in early April, because I had a cold in early October.
I coughed up a lot of mucus this morning. Hopefully this means I'm starting to expel all that shit in there and it's almost over.
This didn't stop Zofia from thinking that the Emma who was there was the muralist. I told her how things went with Emma and had her read![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
asakiyume's comment. Part of me wants to find some way to distinguish them here, part of me wants you to feel just how confusing this is for everyone around us.
Of course, if Emma showed up after being disinvited, I'd be calling her Miss Opposite World.
We released the woodcock, which is pretty remarkable, because they're easily stressed out and eat only earthworms. We released several batches of squirrels, which is a bit less remarkable, because all you have to do is feed them the right food, rattle their cages so they grow up without a dependency on humans and don't name their true name.
We have a baby owl now. He'll probably be rehomed soon.
Emma had a squiggle drawn in charcoal on her arm.
One of the parrots said something to me. I'm not sure what he said, because it sounded like a Russian tape being played backwards. Or maybe Greek. It all sounds the same when it's backwards.
A guinea pig named Katara got her own Jedi temple.
Once again, I could find no gloves that fit my giant Lana Kane hands.
Emma's totally right that relationships are a lot harder when people don't come to you because yay gender roles and social conditioning. She's right about a lot of things, like how people can be good friends aren't always relationship material or how older people might be better in relationships because of experience.
Maybe Waffle doesn't like Hungarians. Emma says he's the only dog that doesn't like her and he shies away from me too. Although that might only be because I've called him out on his shoplifting and won't allow him to have egg nog or any kind of nog.
Courtney has a pet rainbow boa, and those are really cool looking.
Zofia has secret names for all the raccoons. I'm hoping there's a Little King Trash Mouth and El Diablo in there. But I hope Little King Trash Mouth and El Diablo were named in secret by the people who brought them in.
Humans don't have to worry about this. It's one of the perks of being human. That and thumbs.
Someone had a cool-looking tortoise. I'm not sure what species it was.
There's a CSI-style crime lab for poaching in Kenya.
They can tell what population of elephants a tusk comes from and they can tell what species of animal the meat is, so poachers can't just say they're selling beef or wildebeest, not gorilla. You'd think they'd have learned something about why you shouldn't eat apes from ebola and HIV, but no.
Hopefully, CSI Lemur shows up. I doubt it, though.
It got cold all of a sudden.
I feel like Monday was more active than I made it seem. I guess that's what being sick will do to you.
***
Shadowdancer Duskstar discovered Amid Timebound Waves and in the spring twilight, and somehow ignored what Désirée had to say about Emma and unconventional beauty and how Vox's followers derided her appearance because she had short pink hair, freckles and a nose ring.
The rest of it is just a rehash and some delusions. 1. I'm pretty sure Portuguese people are European. 2. Yes, Drow's an immigrant to Australia but spoiler alert, she's incredibly privileged by most standards and got a free ticket there because her bag with which one douches boyfriend thought all the local women were tainted by feminism, and meanwhile, people who are actually fleeing persecution or oppression or war are sent to detention centers on Christmas Island or Nauru. 3. I can't delete comments on Disqus, let alone comments made without an account, let alone comments made without an account tied to an IP address that doesn't belong to me. 4. There's a screenshot of the same person sockpuppeting with someone else's handle and forgetting to change it back to mine when saying misogynistic things that Drow was no doubt planning to catalog to make me look bad. Part of me wants to leech the images, part of me is afraid they'll turn into images of other things if I do that.
I would have removed Rachel's e-mail anyway. But I'm very glad I did remove it, so all two hundred or so of Knighton's followers don't go after her too. I don't think there's any way he can unedit a file I posted on imgur. He'd need access to my sketchbook. And he ain't getting that.
burning question: have you ever mixed up two people's names and combined them into one?
I felt a bit shitty on Tuesday and dismissed it. Wednesday, I felt fine, aside from that time where I slipped, thwacked my arm, and have a bruise.
I woke up on Thursday feeling like complete shit. So what, I thought, I left the window open. Then I started to feel sick again.
My throat felt like it was on fire after a coughing fit on Friday morning. I think things get better and they don't. Saturday morning, I feel like shit. Halfway through saturday, I become congested as shit instead of sore throated as shit.
Sunday, the hellish cough came back. I told Emma the muralist not to visit me at the Wildlife Center, because she's literally the last person I want to get sick. Alex shouldn't come either, unless he's planning on going into an indefinitely long (but not necessarily permanent) exile on Saint Helena.
I didn't get any sleep on Monday morning because of coughing fits. Only thing I have for cold relief is in pill form, and they're huge and I have to take two of them, and I thought that's why cough syrup is a thing. I bought a bag of cough drops and I'm pretty sure I'm going to consume all of them by Thursday.
Meanwhile, Emma said she just got over a cold. I'm pretty sure I got it from her, and she's sorry for that. I just figured I should be immune to it seeing how I had a cold a few weeks ago. Which is what I said back in early April, because I had a cold in early October.
I coughed up a lot of mucus this morning. Hopefully this means I'm starting to expel all that shit in there and it's almost over.
This didn't stop Zofia from thinking that the Emma who was there was the muralist. I told her how things went with Emma and had her read
asakiyume's comment. Part of me wants to find some way to distinguish them here, part of me wants you to feel just how confusing this is for everyone around us.Of course, if Emma showed up after being disinvited, I'd be calling her Miss Opposite World.
We released the woodcock, which is pretty remarkable, because they're easily stressed out and eat only earthworms. We released several batches of squirrels, which is a bit less remarkable, because all you have to do is feed them the right food, rattle their cages so they grow up without a dependency on humans and don't name their true name.
We have a baby owl now. He'll probably be rehomed soon.
Emma had a squiggle drawn in charcoal on her arm.
One of the parrots said something to me. I'm not sure what he said, because it sounded like a Russian tape being played backwards. Or maybe Greek. It all sounds the same when it's backwards.
A guinea pig named Katara got her own Jedi temple.
Once again, I could find no gloves that fit my giant Lana Kane hands.
Emma's totally right that relationships are a lot harder when people don't come to you because yay gender roles and social conditioning. She's right about a lot of things, like how people can be good friends aren't always relationship material or how older people might be better in relationships because of experience.
Maybe Waffle doesn't like Hungarians. Emma says he's the only dog that doesn't like her and he shies away from me too. Although that might only be because I've called him out on his shoplifting and won't allow him to have egg nog or any kind of nog.
Courtney has a pet rainbow boa, and those are really cool looking.
Zofia has secret names for all the raccoons. I'm hoping there's a Little King Trash Mouth and El Diablo in there. But I hope Little King Trash Mouth and El Diablo were named in secret by the people who brought them in.
Humans don't have to worry about this. It's one of the perks of being human. That and thumbs.
Someone had a cool-looking tortoise. I'm not sure what species it was.
There's a CSI-style crime lab for poaching in Kenya.
They can tell what population of elephants a tusk comes from and they can tell what species of animal the meat is, so poachers can't just say they're selling beef or wildebeest, not gorilla. You'd think they'd have learned something about why you shouldn't eat apes from ebola and HIV, but no.
Hopefully, CSI Lemur shows up. I doubt it, though.
It got cold all of a sudden.
I feel like Monday was more active than I made it seem. I guess that's what being sick will do to you.
***
Shadowdancer Duskstar discovered Amid Timebound Waves and in the spring twilight, and somehow ignored what Désirée had to say about Emma and unconventional beauty and how Vox's followers derided her appearance because she had short pink hair, freckles and a nose ring.
The rest of it is just a rehash and some delusions. 1. I'm pretty sure Portuguese people are European. 2. Yes, Drow's an immigrant to Australia but spoiler alert, she's incredibly privileged by most standards and got a free ticket there because her bag with which one douches boyfriend thought all the local women were tainted by feminism, and meanwhile, people who are actually fleeing persecution or oppression or war are sent to detention centers on Christmas Island or Nauru. 3. I can't delete comments on Disqus, let alone comments made without an account, let alone comments made without an account tied to an IP address that doesn't belong to me. 4. There's a screenshot of the same person sockpuppeting with someone else's handle and forgetting to change it back to mine when saying misogynistic things that Drow was no doubt planning to catalog to make me look bad. Part of me wants to leech the images, part of me is afraid they'll turn into images of other things if I do that.
I would have removed Rachel's e-mail anyway. But I'm very glad I did remove it, so all two hundred or so of Knighton's followers don't go after her too. I don't think there's any way he can unedit a file I posted on imgur. He'd need access to my sketchbook. And he ain't getting that.
burning question: have you ever mixed up two people's names and combined them into one?
