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25/8/03 09:31 amMy body has a fucking bad sense of timing, in general. Argh! so many things wrong with me. The one bothering me right now is my throat. See, it's not just a sore throat. Sore throats don't wake you at 3 am because the paracetamol has worn off and you've got another hour before you can take any more. They don't then keep you awake after you've taken the paracetamol until 7, and then wake you again at 9, because once more the paracetamol has worn off. I think i need to reread the packet, actually - I may be marginally overdosing, since they generally say two every four hours but only blah many in 24 hours, which is uually fine because very few people take paracetamol while they sleep. Except me, it seems. And I think this may be another one of those days when i throw up, which is also not fun because since I'm ill I don't get hungry and I can't swallow anyway, so i'm on a kinda of impromptu crash diet and have nothing to throw up.
*Glowers at body*
Okay, something that occured to me before the paracetamol wore off last night: most of what I have I don't need/want/desire. I didn't miss a thing while I was at Dance Camp. Not the net, not tv, not recorded music... nothing that requires electricity. The only part of LJ i missed was the oppurtunity to speak to people I wouldn't normally get to know IRL, and Dance Camp is full of people I would never normally know IRL, so kind of a moot point really. And if I don't miss these things, then I obviously don't need them. Lying in bed last night, I realised I didn't even want them. I appreciate that I have them, but if you took everything away I wouldn't be any less happy with my life. So much is so superfluous.
I ended up thinking about some of my short stories. Most of them involve sometone living alone in a small house (usually two rooms max) with no electricity, and sometimes even no running water. It suddenly occured to me that I was writing wish fulfillment there, and I would love to live like that. I'd even build the house myself, if you gave me a chance to learn the right sills. Keep a few chickens, grow some vegetables, and find some job I could do from home that wouldn't require electricity to earn enough to buy other basic food stuffs, and material etc... that job would no doubt be writing ^_^ I would be happy. I would be so happy living in a one room cottage with an outside loo and a small wood stove somewhere in the Lake District or on the Isle of Whight (I saw the ruins of such a cottage on hte edge of a harbour there, which is probably what created this desire to live like that), within an hour's walk of a village where I could buy anything else I might need. Maybe one of those wind up radios to keep track of the news, but no tv, no phone, no internet, no electricity at all, really. I don't need people around me to be happy, and my libido is non-existant, so i think i'd make a good little hermit.
So there you go - if I one day disappear and no one can find me, I'm probably building a stone cottage and buying chickens. I might need some help working out how to build the roof though...
*Glowers at body*
Okay, something that occured to me before the paracetamol wore off last night: most of what I have I don't need/want/desire. I didn't miss a thing while I was at Dance Camp. Not the net, not tv, not recorded music... nothing that requires electricity. The only part of LJ i missed was the oppurtunity to speak to people I wouldn't normally get to know IRL, and Dance Camp is full of people I would never normally know IRL, so kind of a moot point really. And if I don't miss these things, then I obviously don't need them. Lying in bed last night, I realised I didn't even want them. I appreciate that I have them, but if you took everything away I wouldn't be any less happy with my life. So much is so superfluous.
I ended up thinking about some of my short stories. Most of them involve sometone living alone in a small house (usually two rooms max) with no electricity, and sometimes even no running water. It suddenly occured to me that I was writing wish fulfillment there, and I would love to live like that. I'd even build the house myself, if you gave me a chance to learn the right sills. Keep a few chickens, grow some vegetables, and find some job I could do from home that wouldn't require electricity to earn enough to buy other basic food stuffs, and material etc... that job would no doubt be writing ^_^ I would be happy. I would be so happy living in a one room cottage with an outside loo and a small wood stove somewhere in the Lake District or on the Isle of Whight (I saw the ruins of such a cottage on hte edge of a harbour there, which is probably what created this desire to live like that), within an hour's walk of a village where I could buy anything else I might need. Maybe one of those wind up radios to keep track of the news, but no tv, no phone, no internet, no electricity at all, really. I don't need people around me to be happy, and my libido is non-existant, so i think i'd make a good little hermit.
So there you go - if I one day disappear and no one can find me, I'm probably building a stone cottage and buying chickens. I might need some help working out how to build the roof though...
