| Aug. 11th, 2005 @ 07:43 pm rejoice--I can still feel. |
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Current Mood:  thoughtful
I have not so much as touched LiveJournal for a good month now, as vacation, KotOR, and deep thought (-snort-) have taken up most of my time, but Levi has reminded me to, and so I shall. Several interesting things happened today, anyway.
My medicine is obviously still working, because I have consistently been waking up around eight in the morning every day these past few weeks. My mother was preparing to leave for a religious convention with two female coworkers, so I kept her company as she ran her errands in the Cadillac. The multitude of buttons and numbers that are scattered across its dashboard never fail to mystify me, just like airplanes, despite my vague familiarity with modern technology. My instinct tells me it will someday realize its own existence and that its genius is abused by foolish sentient beings that waste its marvelous power on trips to Wendy's and Costco, and will rebel against us, whether it be by turning into a mecha and reducing us to charred skeletons or simply offing itself in the middle of heavy D.C. traffic. I fear for my mother's well being.
After she left I asked Jarratt if he would remove his odorous associate (Willis) from the area and, after a brief waiting period for Jarratt to finish his business on the computer, hopped on myself. I've done nothing but putter around my bookmarks since then, reading about abandonware and browsing a sketchy pr0n oekaki board until my father arrived home. He made me pancakes for dinner with blueberries of suspect quality (I don't think pancakes are supposed to taste sour) and retreated to the back porch. As I covertly disposed of the remainder of my meal in the garbage, nuking the mini-colony of ants I found in the bag as I did so, I remembered the mouse corpse that I had discovered earlier today and decided to clean that up, too.
All of my friends know it is extremely difficult to gross me out. (Years of Internet use do that to you.) I do not flinch before autopsy photos, nor do I cringe at sexually transmitted diseases--excuse me, infections--or tremble before shock sites and their seizure inducing flashing graphics. This day, however, I had the opportunity to witness one of nature's most marvelous miracles firsthand: decomposition. I should have realized something was amiss when I first grabbed hold of the rodent's tail; it was rigid with what I now recognize as rigamortis. I didn't, however, and naively tried to lift it from the floor. Only part of it actually came up. Confused, I looked back to the floor and spotted several tiny maggots squirming about inside the portion of the furry corpse's exterior that had been pressed against the floor. The other half was attached to the tail pinched between my fingers, also filled with maggots. My face contorted in what must have been horror and I hurried away from the crime scene, still holding the lifeless little body by its tail, and tossed it over the side of the porch. I grabbed a piece of newspaper on the way back, laid it down over the rest of the remains, and smashed it with a heavy box of Miracle-Gro at least a dozen times. The maggots were no longer moving, so I threw the paper in the trash and washed my hands thoroughly.
Nothing else has happened since then, apart from my disappointment that Arx Fatalis is not available for download and has to be bought from a website, which will never happen, for my parents are suspicious of online businesses. At least that mouse incident has discouraged me from chewing my nails. |
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