April 18
From my brain
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2009
Me 06:13, 18 April 2009 (EDT)
Ugh...can't sleep. Didn't sleep until almost two...and now I'm up.
So is Wifey.
2008
Me 07:57, 18 April 2008 (EDT)
Two days of my medicine in me and a decent night's sleep, and I'm feeling far better. Mind you, I'll be moving crap out of the house (again) tomorrow, so we'll see how that goes. :)
2007
Me 07:28, 18 April 2007 (EDT)
I feel slightly better than I did yesterday, but I'm really thinking they still don't have the testosterone dosage right. It's either that, or for some reason, my body is resistant to it and I'm somehow developing a tolerance. They keep upping the dosage, and I level out for awhile...and then I start sinking again.
I'm raging out again. I don't like that. I don't like the lack of control. I know I can't control my life (as is currently sucketh), but I should be able to get a grasp on my emotions.
That's not happening easily lately.
2006
Me 08:41, 18, April 2006 (EDT)
New favorite site!
So, I heard recently (but who knows how long ago it occured), that the guy who wrote the code for Wikipedia made the software freely useable to anyone. Since then, there's been a span of -wiki's everywhere (including another favorite of mine: WoWwiki).
Well, after watching a HORRIBLE round of "Discovery Channel" and "National Geographic" specials during Western Holy Week last week, I was doing some research on Mary Magdalene (and all that they were getting wrong). Throught that, I ended up finding Orthodoxwiki. :)
What a find! Definately keeping tabs on that one. My favorite part: they have a random page feature. :)
2004
Me 01:19, 18, April 2004 (EDT)
Thoughts on a friend...
[NOTE: Entry is ante-dated, but it's been a busy week!]
Dan's funeral was something. I now Ceraun will agree with me on this, but really, whenever I go, I honestly hope that people remember me like that.
What struck us the most about the whole thing was that it was THE SAME GUY. You don't see someone for five years or so, and you expect that they've changed somehow, someway that you won't recognize him. Not so with Dan. He was 100% the kind, generous, fun-loving guy I remember.
There were at least 10-15 people from his current company there. (It still bothers me how that so few of the "Rail Van" people showed up -- it was just me and Ceraun.) All of those who stood had something really cool to say about him, and again, it made me feel good that he hadn't changed.
The one thing that stuck with me though is his privacy. I always remember how much he guarded every story, every poem, every piece of artwork like a secret document, but I didn't realize he did that with EVERYONE. From the way that his brother and sister talked, as they went through his belongings, it must have been like going through a pirate's treasure hoard: you never knew what you were going to find next.
It got my mind churning on some creative ideas though. I don't have too many writer friends around me like I did when I was a closer friend of Dan's. Not having that camaraderie causes some of that spark to die off.
Hopefully that burst of inspiration that I had in leaving the funeral will take hold. Now, if I can just get Zejan's ass moving to help make it happen/teach me how to do it.
