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~I'm wondering if we're both 'fighting something off'. Each of us has been tired and neck achy for days now, with 'sinus issues'...but not laid up. That we take lots of supplements and assiduously follow the House Rule “When you're tired, lay down”, may account for this 'sorta' state. However, we've both been sleeping more than usual and feeling kinda beat.

Or maybe it's just some delayed stress reaction. Or a combination. Dunno....

Her Prophet Whines

~RE The Explanation Blogspot: Two days ago I finally inputted the text to the empty upgrade posts I created a week and half earlier. [that statement made my think in both Gregorian and Matriarchal Calendar terms lol] Been kinda fucking off ever since.

However I do need to get myself back on InWorldz. Le-Le has set aside an entire tier for us to build a virtual model of the First Karaal hydropolis I speak of in Part Four: “The Temple's Tactical Initiatives”. I really suck at being in Vert and am stressing out about that. But it is a great way to show what we envision and I can use screen -caps of it to illustrate the X-Plan book.

At least this comp can handle Vert now. Just gotta push through....

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~Some days I miss New York. Some days I miss LA, too. But I'm not sure if I could really live for any length of time in either of those places anymore. I've become happily used to the quiet of the High Desert. Even here in the middle of a mobile home park, it is a lot quieter than at my lovely Section 8 one bedroom on 6th Street in Santa Monica, which was the nicest place that was 'just mine' that I've ever had.

I suppose with a substantial amount of money I could 'make do'. I grew up in a five story brownstone on Manhattan's East Side and it was very comfy and pretty quiet, too. Of course, the family owned the whole thing. And Hotel Hell, the Rent's sixteen room house in Beverly Hills was [is] comfy and quiet – except when there was screaming and such.

But I cannot really project that I'll be able to deploy that kind of bread just for myself even if The Temple becomes a Big Deal. The Sisterhood will always have to come first. And I suppose that's okay. I can always visit.

Nebs Gets Angry

~I was going to write a post about the possible SoCal grocery workers strike and how I had to cross the picket lines last time because I was homeless and that the whole fucking thing seems to turning on healthcare costs but I'm sick of fighting with Libertarian sociopaths over this shit and will spend the energy working on The Explanation instead.

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~My tum has been wobbly since yesterday morning, ouchy-gassy and vaguely nauseous. Not debilitating, just 'eh'. It sorta comes and goes. I'm thinking it's likely stress related. I've been pushing myself with these two new Addenda since last week after a particularly stressful month.

Then there was the lovely triple-month phone bill from AT&T Le-Le shared with me on Monday. [the result of 'consolidating accounts to save money'..they nail you up front first, the fuckers] That has fucked a whole set of plans for this month.

And Saturday it'll be eight years since shit blew up at Hotel Hell, an old wound that still 'aches when the weather changes'. I suspect I'm gonna take that one with me to my grave.

*sigh* Feel like I'm just whining, though I know I need to let this shit out or it will take me to said grave sooner rather than later...yadda yadda yadda...

Her Prophet Speaks

"Perhaps the most common theme in Human history is that what is first thought of as ridiculous almost always become ubiquitous, a Lesson which we shall in due course Teach The World about our New Matriarchy."

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...hand written at around four o'clock yesterday afternoon...

~Slept long and hard. Weird dreams of course. A miniseries mash-up of “Escape From New York”, "Schindler’s List” and “Gattica” as directed by Albert Brooks. Went on forever. Wild boars down in the subways, red eyes glowing and reindeer antler tusks. Very Christmasy. Hitler asking a room full of Jewish grandmothers to forgive him and then getting crushed in a group hug. An uber shiny West L.A. Atomic Style future where children were referred to as 'bio-plushies'...

That's all I wrote. Got distracted by other things. I have other hand written pages that need typing as well. They're gonna wait, too.