Here's the thing.

When you lose one sense-- some other sense, or senses, increases its sensitivity. Conversely, one would assume that if you suffered a sudden heightening of one sense, then another, or others, would noticeably lessen.

This is why it's harder to update your journal when there are things actually happening in your life. And when you start hearing music in a way you've never heard it before-- and start remembering literature more viscerally-- you find it harder to pay attention. These are natural things. They are forgivable.

Though still not complete, and I am saying, now, hey, I have a website. And, um.

wow, I suck. I got another journal. But this is a reading journal. And it won't be updated regularly either, so.

Still working the operator job. Still doing that whole nsync thing. Now wantonly flaunting it. Once in a while, I'll hear/see myself say something, and I'll think "little friend to all the world" but I can't remember what that's a quote from.

--oh, except, I just remembered. It's from the Gay Erotica 2000 book. One of the stories is titled Kim: Little Friend To All the World, or something like that.

I got a short and sweet feedback e-mail from Celilia Argent, at Puppies In a Box. Well, I didn't get the e-mail there. But that's where Cecilia lives.

Performed some voodoo with Dorina today. We made a tiny house out of little sticks, and burnt little meaningful pieces of paper inside of it, and left the ashes to blow around my yard.

Plan on barbecue with Devon, and so much more fiction. Can't stop listening to new nsync single, "Pop". It feels as though I've gone blind, but I can really fucking feel my hands.

--Alestar