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I've been reading some comic books Steve loaned me - the Earth X, Universe X, and Paradise X compilations - and while I'm enjoying them quite a bit, they are drying out my hands and my eyes like nothing I can ever remember experiencing before. My eyes are so dry as to be almost painful, and they are definitely distracting and troubling - so tomorrow I plan to take a break from hours of comics consumption. Not that I didn't know it before, but there are always problems of too much of a good thing. Posted at 11:20 PM
Don't take any wooden nickels! ... not that anyone in the past century would do that or, in most cases, even have any idea of what that meant or referred to. Posted at 9:58 PM
Yawn. I'm so tired today? Why today, after nearly a week of dreary rainy days? Posted at 12:02 AM
The year is half over, and it gets no better - and sometimes even worse. It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy now. I'm out of ideas or hopes of how to escape this chasm, and even those that might be concerned make no attempts at rescue. I gave up hopes of aid some time ago, but now I've faced the fact that nothing I do can free me either. Posted at 10:40 PM
I drove out to Perrysburg to spend some time with Steve, Steffen, and Paul - the first time in three weeks I'd seen any of them. We were all a bit sillier than usual, joking around and trading pop culture references at an even more break-neck pace than usual. It was good, laugh-a-lot fun, though, and the kind of change of pace I've needed for ... well, three weeks. We plan to get together again next Sunday, and hopefully nothing will come up to preclude that. If we could meet once a week I think I'd maintain my sanity better and even be more even-keeled emotionally. As my grandma gets more and more difficult and bizarre mentally, as happens more and more constantly now, she becomes even more of a strain to interact with, and she becomes less of a conversationalist and, sadly, often not even very pleasant to interact with. But I love her, and there are still enough moments when she's all there mentally and is the wonderful loving woman who's meant so much to me through my whole life. So getting a break from her is good for me. It let's me refresh and recharge, and hopefully that will be enough to keep me strong enough to care for her for a good deal more time. Posted at 1:28 AM
What of life but for dreams? Posted at 9:58 PM
So many dreams ... so many very, very good dreams ... and all for naught. Posted at 10:10 PM
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July 3, 2008
theDREAMER
name: paul cales
since
october 1, 2001