I suspect I've been suffering from a migraine for the last week. I feel hungover. Lights, noises, and sudden movements make my insides flinch. I feel like I'm floating around in someone else's dream and I find myself staring at everyday things with a blank fascination. I skipped this morning's classes, and then managed to show up for the afternoon. I had a test in my jewellery rendering class. I'm pretty sure I passed, but I'm also pretty sure I fucked up one of my drawings. I think I did a one-point perspective drawing of a cylinder rather than the two-point drawing that was requested.
Despite the ambiguity of my state of reality, I managed to set another stone and therefor have all my homework done for tomorrow. It's not perfect by any means, but it was the best I could do considering every blow with the hammer reverberated through my gelatinous cerebellum.
When I got home, Scroffy the pigeon was nowhere to be seen. I stood out on the balcony, and a flurry of whiff-whiff-whiffing feathers exploded at my head. He'd been in the windowsill, and was orbitting my head like a downy grey satellite. He finally landed at my feet and cooed insistently. I scooped him up in my hands. Pigeons are much smaller than they look. Their plumage camoflages a very slim, light body. He let me hold him for a while, then grumbled at me and delicately shook a wing. I set him down and went to get him a cracker. I crumbled it up for him on his plate, and he hopped excitedly around, bashing his beak down hard on each morsel.
When I finished giving him the cracker, I came back inside and sat at my computer. He flew back up to my windowsill and perched. He stares at me and sings every now and then.
I need to work on my homework for next week, but my mind hurts. Words make little sense to me. I can write, but I cannot think. I'll try to read, but I fear the words will evaporate into untranslatable bursts of black ink: uninterpretable Rorschach blots.
I both look forward to and dread the Freaky Scene performance this weekend. I want to do it, because it's great fun, but at the same time, I fear it will wring out what little energy I have left, leaving me a dessicated husk.
Even still, husks can be rehydrated.
Take a look at the following photos from HEMF 8 as taken by Pipsqueak.
I copied the one of me in mid-dance, because I have a burgeoning ego.
![[A sworded affair] [A sworded affair]](https://p2.dreamwidth.org/44054461cae9/2919457-48496/www.shanmonster.com/2003/hemf1.jpg)
Despite the ambiguity of my state of reality, I managed to set another stone and therefor have all my homework done for tomorrow. It's not perfect by any means, but it was the best I could do considering every blow with the hammer reverberated through my gelatinous cerebellum.
When I got home, Scroffy the pigeon was nowhere to be seen. I stood out on the balcony, and a flurry of whiff-whiff-whiffing feathers exploded at my head. He'd been in the windowsill, and was orbitting my head like a downy grey satellite. He finally landed at my feet and cooed insistently. I scooped him up in my hands. Pigeons are much smaller than they look. Their plumage camoflages a very slim, light body. He let me hold him for a while, then grumbled at me and delicately shook a wing. I set him down and went to get him a cracker. I crumbled it up for him on his plate, and he hopped excitedly around, bashing his beak down hard on each morsel.
When I finished giving him the cracker, I came back inside and sat at my computer. He flew back up to my windowsill and perched. He stares at me and sings every now and then.
I need to work on my homework for next week, but my mind hurts. Words make little sense to me. I can write, but I cannot think. I'll try to read, but I fear the words will evaporate into untranslatable bursts of black ink: uninterpretable Rorschach blots.
I both look forward to and dread the Freaky Scene performance this weekend. I want to do it, because it's great fun, but at the same time, I fear it will wring out what little energy I have left, leaving me a dessicated husk.
Even still, husks can be rehydrated.
Take a look at the following photos from HEMF 8 as taken by Pipsqueak.
I copied the one of me in mid-dance, because I have a burgeoning ego.
![[A sworded affair] [A sworded affair]](https://p2.dreamwidth.org/44054461cae9/2919457-48496/www.shanmonster.com/2003/hemf1.jpg)
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Date: 2003-10-20 01:14 pm (UTC)From:Your pigeon friend sounds so cute. I can't believe he's so groovily affectionate like that, and that he actually sings! I have new respect for the pigeon species now, thanks to you
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Date: 2003-10-20 01:44 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-10-20 01:38 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-10-20 01:43 pm (UTC)From:I've been checked for tumours and multiple sclerosis a pile of times, but it all pares down to something called migraine status aura, which isn't quite like the classic migraine most people think of.
The way I figure, I got this migraine because my sleep pattern was sorely disrupted last week. A lack of sleep seems to be one of my triggers.
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Date: 2003-10-20 03:52 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2003-10-20 01:38 pm (UTC)From:Is the penny bra as heay as it looks?
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Date: 2003-10-20 01:44 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2003-10-20 02:00 pm (UTC)From:I'd have to agree. I have to watch how much shoulder goes into a shimmy because of everything that's along for the ride.
You spin me right 'round baby...
Date: 2003-10-20 02:11 pm (UTC)From:Hope things get back to normal soon...
Re: You spin me right 'round baby...
Date: 2003-10-20 02:19 pm (UTC)From:I hope things get back to normal soon, too. I hate it when my brain goes on vacation.
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Date: 2003-10-20 04:22 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2003-10-20 05:55 pm (UTC)From:And I like the skirt/belt combo, too. I can't wait to finish my new belt and see what outfit it makes shine!