And for my next act, I will write some bad poetry about vampires ...

I think I've decided that my curse is to be über-aware of myself and my surroundings, while being kept from truly connecting with the world around me for just that reason. Can you be submerged in experience without losing control? That sounds much worse than it really is, though. Would I give up the benefits of one in order to attain the satisfaction of the other? I guess, much like the eternal Tootsie Pop "Lick" question, we may never know.

Sorry, I'm still pretty sick today -- even though I'm going to drag myself into work because deadlines are deadlines -- so I think my brain is mildly malfunctioning. I'm sure the 17-year old segment of my frontal lobe will cede control back to my "mature" id any time now.

For those of you who aren't under the weather, might I recommend catching the 18+ (read: early) Thunderbirds Are Now! / Oxford Collapse show at SubT before heading over to the first Cherchez La Femme DJ night of 2007 at The Pontiac? It's where I'd be if I was going out tonight. And it's a testament to how crappy I feel that I'm not going out tonight, since I've been looking forward to that SubT show for over a month now. Bah!