Into The Abyss...als
Jun. 9th, 2020 08:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryI felt a million times better on waking, and Tim called me to check on me and the mice. We got a ton of mail and were already short staffed. I managed to clean out Lady Miss Friday's litter box, but not do anything else around the house or for myself I need to.
A bee flew in, and couldn't find his way out. I considered trying to grab him despite the sting, but figured I might crush him. And I considered crushing him as a more merciful death than starving to death if he couldn't find his way out. I finally did just spider him with a cup, and glowed as he happily buzzed away.
In the afternoon, I was wondering again about the old supplement I'd read for Exalted: Abyssals. It stuck out because in the introduction, Abyssals was thematically likened to Miyu, Bloodlust, SOTN, and....others. It's sort of bugged me that I couldn't remember them, so I went on an internet hunt for that paragraph. It didn't take long before I landed on Scribd, where the whole book is available. There was a referral deal where folks who signed up got a few free months, so I shared it. It started me thinking about my attraction to those darker themes, and I remembered my gravitation towards suicide in media. I didn't come to any conclusions, but I did find out Bryan is a big Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman fan.
Watching my mice in the evening, it occurred to me that my feelings actually changed regarding them when I couldn't stop them from sneaking down. Fear of failure, preemptive self hatred for them having babies....I dunno. But it was a dream to have them return to little drops of brightness again.
The Cobra Extracts cartridge works fine with the new pens I bought, and is 87.5% THC. I managed to get a little high on it, but not quite where I'm looking to go. Later in the evening, Lady Miss Friday came out while I was watching Community. Instead of demanding I come lay on the bed, though, she laid down next to me and eventually fell asleep. It was wonderful.
A bee flew in, and couldn't find his way out. I considered trying to grab him despite the sting, but figured I might crush him. And I considered crushing him as a more merciful death than starving to death if he couldn't find his way out. I finally did just spider him with a cup, and glowed as he happily buzzed away.
In the afternoon, I was wondering again about the old supplement I'd read for Exalted: Abyssals. It stuck out because in the introduction, Abyssals was thematically likened to Miyu, Bloodlust, SOTN, and....others. It's sort of bugged me that I couldn't remember them, so I went on an internet hunt for that paragraph. It didn't take long before I landed on Scribd, where the whole book is available. There was a referral deal where folks who signed up got a few free months, so I shared it. It started me thinking about my attraction to those darker themes, and I remembered my gravitation towards suicide in media. I didn't come to any conclusions, but I did find out Bryan is a big Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman fan.
Watching my mice in the evening, it occurred to me that my feelings actually changed regarding them when I couldn't stop them from sneaking down. Fear of failure, preemptive self hatred for them having babies....I dunno. But it was a dream to have them return to little drops of brightness again.
The Cobra Extracts cartridge works fine with the new pens I bought, and is 87.5% THC. I managed to get a little high on it, but not quite where I'm looking to go. Later in the evening, Lady Miss Friday came out while I was watching Community. Instead of demanding I come lay on the bed, though, she laid down next to me and eventually fell asleep. It was wonderful.
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