I have been feeling spectacularly uncreative and uninspired for quite a while now.

I'm sick and the hills are on fire. I have documents of extreme importance located in a certain hospital, and were the fire to destroy them I would be SCREWED. So I'm watching the news and crossing my fingers.

Anyways, no one cares if you're sick in California, so I'm going to start walking. TTYL.

A huge breakthrough has been made in the protection against HIV and AIDs. This is a huge breakthrough, and I implore anyone to check it out.

I'd write more but I need to buy more contacts (as I am out of my Dailies). TTYL.

Oh and BTW:

working on a side site Bump Up My Post -- still in extremely early stages. test it out!

I've always had some sort of interest in cults and strange organizations, and the escapes from them. Not for any positive reason, no, rather some sort of queer, melancholy fascination with the subject. Most likely this stems from my early childhood, having been raised in a very demanding and strict household with very unusual and particular rules, whenever I was with my father.

Whether or not you have an opinion on the Church of Scientology or whether this kind of topic may interest you in the slightest, I enjoyed reading this story on "disconnection" by Paul Simmel, "disconnection," in Scientology terms, refers to the expulsion of ex-followers by their family, friends, and the Church. I learned a lot of interesting things and vocabulary terms that may be good to know in general. Regardless of your position on this topic, this is a good read.

My days have recently been a bit drowsy, but it's that kind of hormonal week again and I figure it'll pass. As these days reach a climax of work and stress, the presidential election slowly slips into view, only enhancing the nerves pulsing through me, and the supply of 5-HTP in the cupboard slowly shrinks.

In the meantime, I'm watching "All About Eve" -- a wonderful film starring Betty Davis and Anne Baxter. I'll write more later in an update; in the meantime, I'll keep watching.

Well, I've been very stressed recently. It appears I only have three hours in the day left for myself, and most of that is spent on daily chores. I've also, as such, been neglecting to take care of my eating habits and activity.

I've been meaning to make an "eating plan" with which I could adjust my current eating habits, but I am left with no opportunity to buy food. (Rather, I have other, less interested people do it for me.)

I'm also unable to hit the gym, and other than my daily, brisk-walking commute I'm really out of weight.

Someone once told me the best way to get used to journal writing (in this case, blogging) was to do it everyday, and eventually getting used to it. Three years of blogging and I'm still not used to it. I should probably be getting worried or concerned, but I'm too busy complaining about other things to be worried about my lack of blogging-prowess. The fridge is too hot, the dishwasher only works when you lean against it, and I'm too obsessive compulsive to eat anything non-organic or has been touched by a human hand. And yet, I'm happy. Amazingly, I'm happy. I'm either insane or ridiculously optimistic. I can only hope it is the latter.

Anyways, politics. That seems to be the topic these days. Senator Prune has been wandering around the platform and Senator Hope has been waving his arms, but what really matters is who'll win. Apparently working with someone on the board of a charity who happened to be involved in a bombing fifty years ago can deny someone a presidency; meanwhile being old and having been tortured years ago makes someone a president. I say everyone go to Vietnam, ask to be captured and wrinkle their faces so that everyone can be president and then it really WILL be a fucking democracy.

My chiropractic therapy has been going amazingly well. Months ago I couldn't even stand up straight, and now I'm doing it almost all the time. This morning has been an extremely bad one in relation to my back, but I was able to swim for the first time in years yesterday. Amazing, deshou. Swimming really is fun; I used to do it everyday as a kid. I wonder when my back started to really go bad. I used to crack it a lot when my OCD first started really showing around the age of seven, so I wouldn't be surprised if my muscles started spasming shortly after that. It really was a snowball event. My memory of my childhood has been getting worse as my mood grows better, which is part of the reason why I'd like to do some actual therapy. I guess I'm just kind of scared of what I might remember.

Well, that's my blog for now. Ta-ta.
Happy carpal tunnel, kids!

I figure I should blog even just a tidbit, rather than blog nothing at all.

Sometimes I come across words that I don't understand, so I look up what it means in Japanese, and realize I still don't know what the word means; this also occurs vice versa and is an ultimate fail. (Earlier it was the term "human document" and "jinseikiroku".) I should read more, but I don't. -sigh-

I'm really out of things to say. Rather, often I find myself in front of the computer and know what happened that day, but am just too tired to think or type about it. Like now. Sore ja; I'm off to drink tea. TTYL.

The Dow fell 778 points today, highest ever, so thought I'd give you an interesting speech:

Ignore the stupid stuff and skip to 1:17

Gettin' ready to go to Petco to buy a new tray for my electronic cat box, one user of which is killing a fly on the other side of the room (and well away from my person). Despite all logic, my electronic cat box was actually a great buy, and it only needs to be changed about once a week even with three cats. I'm SO sore from my workouts and daily commute, so I should learn some new stretches soon. I've been exercising using exercises given to me by my chiropractor, who is surprisingly good. I'm also studying chronic pain caused by trauma, so maybe I'll learn even more about what's wrong. Well, in short, I'm doing well and working hard and will check in again shortly.

Natsu might like the Tegaki E web site. Update your blog in your own handwriting and create art directly on the site.

I just learned about it two or three minutes ago, so I haven't checked it out in-depth yet. Interesting concept.

I feel a bit like my head is going to explode.
This could be due to a number of factors:
a) coffee + soy milk + honey
b) lack of sleep due to midnight showing of "dark knight"
c) the fluorescent lighting in my room can't be good for my complexion
d) i've been slightly reclusive today
e) i've watched too much tv in the past week
f) end-of-summer anxieties
g) too little time
h) comic-con
i) the soundtrack to my life consists solely of they might be giants

I think that once I get up off the floor I will make a list of things I'm thankful for; lately I've been too prone to freakouts, especially related to school.

David, I am currently finally seriously finishing your letter on the back of a paint sample.