Don't Know What You Got 'Till It's Gone

My internet died on thursday. No net at home. But that's okay. I wasn't pacing my room because I had absolutely nothing to do, nor was I spazing out because I have tons of work to do online, and I haven't been able to do any of it. And I especially wasn't turning back to former addictions to supplement the one I couldn't satiate...because this isn't an addiction.

Really

And people wonder why I stay away from illegal drugs. I have a hard enough time with the stuff that isn't even considered a drug, such as internet and beef Jerky. but the fact that I refuse to take an aspirin because I don't like to have extra chemicals in my system might have some play in this as well. *shrugs* meh.

A random note on an observation I made today:
While shaving, I nicked myself. This does not seem overly special, until I explain that afterwards, I became relatively fixated on the blood. And the need to bleed struck me again. This is not exactly encouraging, because I have gone for quite a few months without cutting. This has brought some comfort to Peasantwench and undoubtedly Darque angel as well. So this urge coming back is not what one would consider a good thing. Must not bleed on keyboard....

A random note:

Please leave a note in the guestbook. PLEASE. Hell, I don't care, you can tell me my writing is psycho crap, and you're never going to read it again. Fine. At least you've responded.

16.12.2001 - 23:55

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