Time Heals All Wounds.. And Then Kills the Patient
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Evening
Evening
Thu Oct 23 15:43:08 2003
Charging, 5%, 06:13:46 until charged

Hopefully by the time you read this I will either be asleep or have gotten some. Having turned in my two papers, and made it through all that, I decided to come home early, get some sleep, and go to work fully charged to try to wrap up my big project, or come close enough that I can finish it tomorrow.

I've been having strange, random thoughts later on in the day from my last entry.. a classmate was playing with the rotatable armrest on his desk, and I was drawn into an imagery of it somehow being a thing kings do, with a royal chair with rotatable armrests, and all the courtisans around would just rotate their arms to imitate what the king was doing with the chair, indicating that although they were not noble enough to actually have a royal chair, they wish they did, and indicated their desire by pale imitation. At least, that's the best I can describe that particular thoughts. I'm now having them fairly often, and that's why it's a good thing I'm at home in bed now about to nod off. Actually, in this case it's also helpful that I can type with my eyes closed and my head turned to the side, lying on a pillow, popping up every once in awhile to go back and hit enter where I need to. Anyhow, yeah, most of these odd thoughts are considerably less sensical than the royal chair, more than sensations, but less than explicable. Oh, there's another one, the impression of an inside of a ping-pong ball, with shiny black plastic attached to the edges and coming towards us.. we're inside.. and it's only kind of like a ping-pong ball -- it's bigger, and has some kind of a glossy look.

Yes, time to Zzzz.