There are some real benefits to mindnumbing boredom! I've been reeeeeall bored while sick this week. I gotta find a damn job just so I can keep myself from going completely out of my mind. >_>

We just need to get Jedi and Ruwin and Aaarrrgh in on the fun and we'll have just about all our active M:EMbers, unless I'm forgetting someone. (Oh, which, now's probably as good a time as any to remark that Yxoque is taking a bit of a breather. I think he plans to return though.)

I'd be down for a real time writing challenge sometime, though. That could be interesting.

I've added whom has contacted me through google on there, so I have almost-realtime access to Keeper, Raven, and Yxoque; and while I've never really seen them on, I also have Ruwin and HairlessThoctar on my... part of my... in my circles.

Ugh. I'm going to have to weigh my crippling fear of the internet against my sudden desire to get on the Googles and play with the cool kids.

I'm... gonna go ahead and... stop dramatically idealizing the old storyline community now I think. o_o

So I'm having a little personal freak-out // frustration thing going on right now because I was supposed to start clinical rotation tomorrow morning, but I think bureaucracy has struck. Months ago we (by which I mean my entire class of ~20) were told what papers we needed copies of (immunizations, insurance card, etc.) to have administration submit to the hospitals. The one I was assigned to was also supposed to send me an online module to complete before they would allow me to start clinicals.

They never sent it.

Now I am not even starting tomorrow because they won't let me in until I've completed it -- but I don't have any access to them -- and unless it gets sorted out tomorrow I won't even be going until Tuesday (if it gets sorted out between Thursday and then).

I'm very shaky at the moment. Hard to concentrate.

Thanks. I'm trying to calm myself down right now by posting around on these boards, but so far all I've accomplished is going from shaky in fear to shaky in tears. And I'm still in physical fear. I can feel that blue film around my heart squeezing while it's pumping at... *checks* 100 BPM.

That's not too bad, actually. Normal is 60-120 I think so I'm just on the upper portion. Of course, it's not pumping very hard and I'm getting a bit light-headed now.

There's actually an in-joke among my meatspace friends because for years (and relatively commonly even now) whenever anyone would ask "are you hungry?" my first reaction was always "what time is it?".

See, on my end, the more likely joke is that someone will ask me "what time is it?" and I'll say: "It's time for lunch!"

(When we babysit my nieces, I have to watch nothing but episode after episode of Bubble Guppies. It has left me a shattered man.)

Feel better, sir.

You could always try getting them to watch quality entertainment like Gravity Falls or Adventure Time or My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I would recommend the first and the third, and haven't yet seen enough of AT to like it or really understand it.

Of course you got questions about me -- you probably have questions about ALL sorts of things. Let me boil it down for you: when you've been as dead as long as I have... without arms, legs, or anything else, you spend a lot of time thinking, y'know? I figure it's been a few hundred years since I got penned in the dead book, but time doesn't really tally up the way it used to... without that mortality thing pressing down on you, all the days and nights kind of blend together. So you think about this, and you think about that... and the most important piece of wisdom I've learned over the past hundred or so years is this: There's a LOT more obscene gestures you can make with your eyes and your jaw than most people think. Without even resorting to insults or taunting, you can really light a bonfire under someone just with the right combination of eye movements and jaw clicking. Drives them barmy! If you ever get beheaded and your skin flayed from your skull, I'll show you how it's done. I got some real gems, chief -- they'd drive a deva to murder, they would.

I know what you're thinking: I'm dead. I've lost so much. It should have sobered me up to all that joy I missed, all those loves I've lost. Some people get all depressed about death -- they haven't TRIED it, of course -- but one thing they never seem to realize is how it changes your perspective on things; it really makes you take a second look at life, broaden your horizons. For me, it's pretty much made me realize how many dead chits are in this berg and how few sharp-tongued men like myself there are to go around -- you spin the wheel right, and your years of spending nights alone are over!

Shallow? I'm not shallow. I just don't get caught up in all that philosophy and faith and belief wash that every berk from Arborea to the Gray Waste rattle their jaws about. Who cares? The Planes are what they are, you're what you are, and if it changes, fine, but things aren't bad the way they are -- and I should know. Go on, ask me some questions about the Planes, or the chant, or the people, or the cultures -- when you end up like me -- without eyelids, that is -- you end up seeing a lot of things, and I can tell you almost everything you need to know.

It's like this: We're in this together, chief. Until this is over, I stick to your leg.

Maybe in a couple years, fingers crossed. They're still at more of a Blues Clues age/stage of development. And it turns out that Bubble Guppies is like a magic pacifier. When it's on, there is silence and good behavior. When it's off, there is chaos and backache-inducing footraces to chase after small children and scoop them up before they can put whatever that thing is that they're currently holding in their mouth and/or bash the other child over the head with it.

I have no idea how full-time parents pull it off. I watch the kids for a couple hours, and it makes me feel like I've just gone ten rounds with mighty Thor.