Question my motives. I do.

[hirez]

This begins its life scribbled on the back of an A4 envelope from the Landmark Trust - I'd maybe make LJ2ME work if I could look at a screen for any length of time without wanting to vomit, but that avenue is currently unavailable since I'm in day three or four of the most/least entertaining migraine yet.

The only things I can stand to do are/is listen to Radio 3 and stare at flowers. Maybe the muscular exercise required to focus on the various parts of the bunch is providing much more of a filling meal than the regular gruel-based diet of a flat screen filled with xterms. Who can say? The chap explaining the inner mechanisms of fugues is equally entertaining. It's like a mathematically rigorous Jazz Club.

I wrote this out in longhand because I cannot stand to read words on a screen. Words, when joined up properly, are supposed to sink into your soul or long-term memory or wherever they go to live forever. These... Sit around for a bit, shifting quietly and uncomfortably like a slick of diesel, before wandering off to do some shopping. It's not a good thing to watch one's friends-list turn into babble. Real lives (or so one cheerfully assumes) turned into spa-foyer background hubbub. The spirit is largely willing - I'm a bloody hacker denied the tools of his calling/addiction - but the vision centre(s), or whatever the hell else is/are cowering in the corner howling for ibuprofen, has/have gone 'fuck you' and pitched the toys from the pram.

I should be able to see y'all later.

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[spride.livejournal.com]

Huge sympathy, if that's possible from a non-sufferer.

I heard that Catherine Bott Handel programme too. The guy improvising a four-voice fugue was just showing off, I reckon.

[squiddity.livejournal.com]

I thought the traditional use for envelopes from the Landmark Trust was to coat the contents in contact poison and write 'return to sender' on the back.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I fear you're thinking of the Landmark organisation, aka EST, who won't even let you piss on someone else if they're on fire.

The Landmark Trust are the self-catering arm of English Heritage. Instead of a hollowed-out volcano with helicopters and minions, they have an island with a rather nice pub in the Bristol Channel.

[squiddity.livejournal.com]

Ah. Right. Well worth not getting the two mixed up in case one misses out on a fine pub in the Bristol Channel whilst trying to avoid being turned into an unmitigated wanker.

Sorry. My sister's ex-fiancee fell foul of this lot. The ex- was the result.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Ah. Yes.

While I'm all for self-actualisation (dealing with feelings of low self-worth can do that), it is possible to know that one's a good sort of fellow and be confident in one's daily life without being a complete twit and dispensing with the set of people who you've been told are 'holding you back'.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I just lose a patch of the bottom-right quadrant of my vision. This means I have about an hour to get to somewhere dark and safe, which can be a bit of a laugh if one needs to drive home and the other cars keep vanishing.

Then there are the sparklies, which mean I have a half hour to reach the 'inner core or refuge'.

Eighteen hours kip seems to have sorted it. Though I think I'll still have a bit of a potter in the 'garden' and then sod off out on the bike for a few miles tomorrow.