HYPERVENTILATION

Wheeeee, we got back into KW okay.

However, I feel like I am NOTHING BUT NERVES and oh my god was that the most terrifying trip ever.

The worst of it was, in fact, not on the highway (401! Not a good highway!) but on Fischer-Hallman, when the PSYCHO PLOW DRIVER FROM HELL that was in front of us KEPT ARBITRARILY SWERVING BETWEEN LANES.

Once nearly TAKING OFF THE FRONT HALF OF THE CRV, YOU BLIND FUCKTARD.

I need a warm shower and some decaf tea...

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Stefan and I have a pact:

We are going to try and read all the books we haven't read on the banned books quiz, until we go crazy or quit.

I'm going to read all of the Bible over again, though, because I've read it piecemeal over a long time and - amusingly - have little to zilch knowledge of the New Testament beyond knowing the essence of a few of the stories. (For example, I knew which story was the "God helps those..." parable, but had no fucking clue where to find it. Genesis, though, Genesis I know quite well.)

I don't know if I'll do it in order, though. Anything that I didn't read all the way through (--admittedly, that means I should probably re-read Canterbury Tales, but if I do I can't finish the rest because of EYE-GOUGING) I'll re-read, though.

Hrrrrmmmm...

I want to do a piece for Creative Writing in the style of A Softer World. I worry, though, that I will not be able to get the pictures I want.

I do not take cool pictures on my own.

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I think I am having a Day. I feel like vomiting for no discernible reason. I would go wake Pat up and cry about this (or at least whimper and mewl for cuddles and affection), but he is sick. (Man, I really hope I didn't pick it up this quickly.) I think the problem is not that, though; I think it's that I got the UW e-mail about courses for Fall semester, and I am quickly developing an ulcer.

I am also feeling the creative urge for once in my life, and goddamnit, I want photographs. Photos at crazy angles, photos of nude people, photos of whatever the hell I want. Problem is that the nude photos I want all involve two people, so not having a third person around makes that difficult. (Actually, I say "nude" - all I actually need is a woman's shoulders to jawbone and maybe lips, and a guy's hands. That's the one I really want. Maybe another set of girl hands, too.) I am practically vibrating with crazy energy.

It might be the Coke, but if Coke makes me this creative, I don't want to ever ever ever give it up.

Bow before my deviosity!

We took pictures.

No, there are none you can see, yet.

My shoulders and neck are all hurty, and if we'd done the last pose more, so would my knees...

But, there. I went and did something creative. Hah!