Never been one to let the carrier drop

1) Call my sister and wish her happy birthday.
2) Think of some kind of present suitable for my sister. It’ll arrive late, but hey, better late than never.
3) Call Andy Hong and see what he’s got up his sleeve.
4) Begin Step 4’s moral inventory
5) Panic a lot
6) Stay clean anyway.

This is Sheer, clocking out. Day 10 involved mostly work for Brett and a NA Meeting and getting in touch with old friends thought long lost.

By the way, I think I saw something by Tamex flash past. Please get in touch, my email is sheer dash panic at sheer dot us

1) 28 days
2) Postcards from the edge

I haven’t quite gotten up to watching Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas yet.

Sheer, clockin’ in. Time to call Brett and see what the plan fo’ the day in the workin’ world is.

o/~ See that building.. 20 floors up, I signed my name.. o/~

Sleep is coming up to claim me. Sheer, clocking out for the day, day #9.

My goal – one that I first set as a new years eve resolution 2 years ago and have found damndably hard to achive – is to spend one year free from the influence of recreational chemicals. I include alchohol, nicotine, and a host of less legal ones. Right now, the counter is sitting at 356 days to go – or nine days down. At the end of the year, there is one particular recreational substance that I must never touch again because it causes me to lose all sight of moderation. I think all of you know what it is. I hope that this weakness will not keep me away from any of my dreams. We’ll have to see how it all plays out.

Two recreational chemicals I will permit myself are caffine and oxygen, both in moderation. I don’t think either is likely to seriously hurt me.

go to the UW hospital I stayed at and apologize for not having been able to pay my whole bill yet, and tell them I’m still alive..

Whoever invented USB deserves a gold star. I was having a touch of carpal (I think maybe because I read about having some, and I was able to grab a favorite keyboard, plug it into the lappy, and use it instead. Carpal seems to be gone now, mmmmmm.. 😉

Sometimes when you can’t actually have pleasure, you have to settle for lack of pain.

I wonder..

(Now there’s a phrase that can get me into trouble)

The other day, when I flew a simulated plane over my house, I told Kayti she couldn’t hear it because it was the size of a electron. She responded with ‘And just how big is a electron, anyway?’ – and I haven’t a clue. So, can anyone tell me, in metric-system-friendly units? This isn’t like a assignment or anything, but if anyone happens to be like ‘oh, i know, i know’.. it’d be cool if ya commented! Bonus points if you can also tell me how we know.

I keep wondering, so perhaps I will make it a quest to wander down to the library and ask them sometime soonish..

what the heck was patent #1 for?

Birthday Wishes
Todo list

I can understand if these pages aren’t of any interest to anyone but me.

I’ve decided, after careful consideration, to believe that death occurs just to give the actor/person/string/soul a break when it just can’t find any ways left out of a conundrum, and that when someone dies, it doesn’t mean they aren’t anywhere, it just means they aren’t here.

To think otherwise would be heartbreaking. Because of Jeremy, and because of Daisy, and because of Holly, and because of all the others that have gone or will go.

I know that I isolate the rest of the world from me sometimes, but please don’t leave me all alone..