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My right ear is clogged. I mean really clogged. Though I can kinda-sorta hear out of it now, which is an improvement. It clicks to me gently when I breathe, except when it's ringing. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brooksmoses answered it once, and it stopped ringing, I think because of the extreme perplexity.)
Went to the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum on Saturday. This involved a lot of sitting around and wondering which of the miscellaneous other people sitting around were associated with the expotition. We eventually found all of them, though. Puttered around looking at things -- I was most struck by the colour. Most of the superficial history things I had in school did a lot of bare stone for the ancients, no colour, but everything had colour. Very satisfying.
Poked around in the museum shop for a while --jadecat9 snagged a book that might fit what teinedreugan wanted me to look for to protect it for me -- it was the last one. There was a gorgeous statue of Anpw, but they were out; however, I found it in a few other places.
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homebrewing and thastygliax's new userpic. (And I did spend a while looking for statues online last night. There are apparently two of Set; Not Your Most Popular God. Ah well, we can't all be Bast. I found a really nice one of Het-Herw, too, and it's not available until further notice. Rar.)
Sawsuzimoses off at some ungodly hour this morning, and have been told she got in to Boston all right. With snow, and cats. (And there goes my ear, ringing again.)
Under the level of stress I am at the moment, I probably should stop trying to say anything in public. Meh. The urge to flatten bits of alt.callahans is sufficiently strong that I shouldn't read it at all for a while. And I'm having another round of simultaneously believing that anyone who could be attracted to me physically is unbelievably shallow and desperately wanting to be assured that I'm attractive, which is no fun for anyone.
Only one blowup so far, and that more or less resolved, but . . . meh. I really want to be in a place where trivial shit doesn't have me howling in pain in the shower. (Well, I needed a shower, and I needed to flee, so fleeing to the shower was at least productive.)
I have sour cream, which is always a consolation. And I may make cookies with M&Ms in. I got the M&Ms for this purpose yesterday, but haven't assembled sufficient tuits and the like.
Got email from my little brother Ben who is no relation to me, whose birthday falls soon after my bio-brother's, which I seem to only inconsistently remember. I also mailed a birthday present to my bio-brother which may even get there on time, and the [text elided] foroneironaut, which definitely won't.
And I helpedbrooksmoses process data for his paper, which may get that done sooner, and at least allowed me to justify my existence by being useful.
I wish my gut would stop hurting.
brooksmoses answered it once, and it stopped ringing, I think because of the extreme perplexity.)Went to the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum on Saturday. This involved a lot of sitting around and wondering which of the miscellaneous other people sitting around were associated with the expotition. We eventually found all of them, though. Puttered around looking at things -- I was most struck by the colour. Most of the superficial history things I had in school did a lot of bare stone for the ancients, no colour, but everything had colour. Very satisfying.
Poked around in the museum shop for a while --
jadecat9 snagged a book that might fit what teinedreugan wanted me to look for to protect it for me -- it was the last one. There was a gorgeous statue of Anpw, but they were out; however, I found it in a few other places.In other "It's all about the Egypt" notes, see also this post on
homebrewing and thastygliax's new userpic. (And I did spend a while looking for statues online last night. There are apparently two of Set; Not Your Most Popular God. Ah well, we can't all be Bast. I found a really nice one of Het-Herw, too, and it's not available until further notice. Rar.)Saw
suzimoses off at some ungodly hour this morning, and have been told she got in to Boston all right. With snow, and cats. (And there goes my ear, ringing again.)Under the level of stress I am at the moment, I probably should stop trying to say anything in public. Meh. The urge to flatten bits of alt.callahans is sufficiently strong that I shouldn't read it at all for a while. And I'm having another round of simultaneously believing that anyone who could be attracted to me physically is unbelievably shallow and desperately wanting to be assured that I'm attractive, which is no fun for anyone.
Only one blowup so far, and that more or less resolved, but . . . meh. I really want to be in a place where trivial shit doesn't have me howling in pain in the shower. (Well, I needed a shower, and I needed to flee, so fleeing to the shower was at least productive.)
I have sour cream, which is always a consolation. And I may make cookies with M&Ms in. I got the M&Ms for this purpose yesterday, but haven't assembled sufficient tuits and the like.
Got email from my little brother Ben who is no relation to me, whose birthday falls soon after my bio-brother's, which I seem to only inconsistently remember. I also mailed a birthday present to my bio-brother which may even get there on time, and the [text elided] for
oneironaut, which definitely won't.And I helped
brooksmoses process data for his paper, which may get that done sooner, and at least allowed me to justify my existence by being useful.I wish my gut would stop hurting.
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