August 24, 2013
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Ah. It's nice to have an excuse to not catch fire and listen to a voice like crackling flames chant something like, "KILL KILL KILL..."
And also an excuse to krazy glue my keys to my hand. I didn't mean to, but I am not yet an expert at the knots I learned for this project. They didn't seem secure enough, so I coated the first item's knots in glue and set it carefully aside...then I thought maybe I should glue the one I made for me, too...and I did. But I wasn't very careful and accidentally let the first knot rest against my skin while I glued the second one and BAM--instant bond.
I'm an idiot.
I could even say that twice, when I look back at the initial reason I was messing about with arts and crafts at 4am. But it's not worth saying, since this kind of idiocy is not something I can be cured of. I'm just sitting back and anticipating the point at which it really starts to solidify. You know. Where I start telling convoluted stories again. Which I already foresee happening, since fall will soon be upon us and I have gone to the trouble of setting aside days for the purpose of examining this potential source of idiocy and wordvomit stories.
Aaand. Now I am hallucinating that giant black things with many legs are crawling across my desk.
Nothing there.Time to sleep.
