John Cusack
Dec. 14th, 2004 10:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Rob has determined that John Cusack is his conscience... so somewhere, out there, John Cusack is walking around w/Rob's voice in his head. Rob even noticed (since he's sitting here watching Cusack in some comedy) that they dress alike. Cusack is better looking, tho, so Rob must be John Cusack's Evil Twin Skippy & not the other way around.
I'm going to an acupuncturist tomorrow. First time in a long time I get poked w/needles & no ink! Maybe if I brought him a bottle of India Ink, he'd remedy that. This particular doctor is 72 years old. He was born 2 yrs. before my dad... Sheesh. Weirdly enough, this procedure is covered by my insurance.
Watched 'I, Robot' tonight. (I almost want to pick up Asimov's book... I just can't stand the man's writing. Agh! He writes like Stephen King's movies come out.) It was a better than 'Hero', and about as good as the last Harry Potter flick.
I learned the shortcut for subscript - it's Ctrl+=. Trying to figure out how to make something not be subscripted took thought. I didn't think, at first, to bring something out of subscript the same way you take it out of bold or italics, tho... Duh. Subscript is useful for chemical formulae, like N2O (nitrous oxide).
I think a part of my brain is seeking some sort of entheogenic experience because, for the most part, I have no great escapes. I've been having a pretty constant craving for opium - I've only smoked opium once, but my mouth has been watering for want of it. I probably smoked it quite a bit in my past life... 12 hrs. of blissful wandering... My stomach has been hurting pretty bad lately, so alcohol isn't very appealing. Every waking moment of my day is reality, and even most of my sleeping time. Even when I read, I'm still with the here & now. Even when I sleep - I told Rob 'just put your work on my desk' the other morning. Some people carry on torrid affairs in their dreams, others have a continual fight for survival... me? "Just put your work on my desk."
I'm going to an acupuncturist tomorrow. First time in a long time I get poked w/needles & no ink! Maybe if I brought him a bottle of India Ink, he'd remedy that. This particular doctor is 72 years old. He was born 2 yrs. before my dad... Sheesh. Weirdly enough, this procedure is covered by my insurance.
Watched 'I, Robot' tonight. (I almost want to pick up Asimov's book... I just can't stand the man's writing. Agh! He writes like Stephen King's movies come out.) It was a better than 'Hero', and about as good as the last Harry Potter flick.
I learned the shortcut for subscript - it's Ctrl+=. Trying to figure out how to make something not be subscripted took thought. I didn't think, at first, to bring something out of subscript the same way you take it out of bold or italics, tho... Duh. Subscript is useful for chemical formulae, like N2O (nitrous oxide).
I think a part of my brain is seeking some sort of entheogenic experience because, for the most part, I have no great escapes. I've been having a pretty constant craving for opium - I've only smoked opium once, but my mouth has been watering for want of it. I probably smoked it quite a bit in my past life... 12 hrs. of blissful wandering... My stomach has been hurting pretty bad lately, so alcohol isn't very appealing. Every waking moment of my day is reality, and even most of my sleeping time. Even when I read, I'm still with the here & now. Even when I sleep - I told Rob 'just put your work on my desk' the other morning. Some people carry on torrid affairs in their dreams, others have a continual fight for survival... me? "Just put your work on my desk."
