tense raze the past is never dead, they say it's never even passed but it's carrying a lot of tension in its neck so give your secrets a massage and watch them open up their arms to you 150421 ... leif . 150421 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Kwinsydinse thing: I had to look up who said that for Prof. K. and it's William Faulkner, in a play/novel called Requiem for a Nun. ("The past is never dead. It's not even past" is what I mean.) I have too many things to do, and I think someone asked me on a date yesterday. Why does that make me nervous? I was thinking I'd suggest lunch rather than something at night because I don't know him that well, although we wandered around an avant-garde art exhibit at night about a year ago. Right now my silly anxiety-voice is saying I can't go on dates because everything I eat makes me gassy. Meh, it'd be a turn-on for James Joyce. But everything was a turn-on for James Joyce. Just like everything makes me gassy. Everything! Everything is everything. Raw onions are everything. Seriously, why did I think it was a good idea yesterday to cut up and eat half an onion raw? (In a stew, not by itself, but still.) 150421 ... e_o_i Technically I asked him just now - not necessarily on a date, but a "do you want to go to lunch on Saturday?" Okay. I have to stop being excited about this and do my actual work. Besides my two little jobs, I have two freelance projects that will "bite me in the ass," as a former classmate so eloquently phrased it, if I don't start to work. Deadlines and onions. Meh. I should not be so nervous. I am actually ridiculously well off by most global or historical metrics. 150421 what's it to you? who go blather from