Sunday, March 2, 2008
Going to give blood tomorrow. Sadly, semaritanism seems a little dimmer since yesterday. What with managing to electricute myself....
Alex set down the pain, forstalling any thought of death before it could arise. And, as was the case more often that not, wake up the person sleeping next to him. Setting down his--what was it? fourteenth?--attempt at a journal, he rolled onto his side.
Suddenly: pop! After another few milliseconds: pop pop pop pop pop! He groaned, burying his face in his pillow. Weekends... His thoughts turned morosely to his quote/unquote "world without touch" problem, as he'd come to call it. Continuing along the miserable trail of thought, he poofed kitten, curling his little orange-tabby body on the pillow.
Erstwhile occupying his actions with the feeling of kneading the pillow more or less to death, his mind was free to meander over the information he'd discovered on the internet. Not really information. Just things people'd come up with. That he'd read so many times they themselves should be put into a book and mass produced for all the good it did ANYONE.
In a way, he wrote in the journal later, after a little swaying line to mark the time transition, it sort of is the... He paused to resist putting "antithesis," setting the book down again before writing, cringingly, opposite of what I tell people I try to get into contact with their...
pop!
pop pop pop pop pop!
Arms wrapped around him. He froze. Closed his eyes. A little pink fluffball curled under his arms, dropped uselessly in front of himself. He stroked its fur, the arms around his own waist tightening softly.
Q22 Can you get addicted to Angels?
If in the sense of addiction you mean can't live a ******** minute without them, he thought with a familiar soft, semi-sad, wondering smile, then yes, you can.
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