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Thursday, February 19th, 2009
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9:42 am
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I was entertained by Tampa deciding to make a 'God' of me for about ten minutes. In an extremely bemused way.
At this point the novelty has worn off, and the headache has set in.
( Jason )
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| Monday, January 12th, 2009
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6:26 am
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I realized two things this week.
1. I have stopped trying to make sense of Tampa. There is no sense, there is no logic -- even scientific law does not always apply. I'm not good with that, but I'm better knowing that than trying to force order into the chaos that this city can be.
2. I take Arthur for granted. My mission is to make him feel loved, and secure. How I'm going to accomplish that I haven't worked out, but it begins with taking my bad moods, when they occur, out on Trevor, clients and strangers instead of him. After that... we'll see.
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| Wednesday, January 7th, 2009
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9:00 pm - Plot: Gods
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The blinding and blank white of the office-space faded as Logan returned to awareness.
What replaced it wasn't so very different than Logan's office in the real -- normal-- world. Books lined the walls, and a heavy, dark wooden desk with a lamp and computer. Other chairs, leather but not quite comfortable were available. There was even a filing cabinet with a coffee pot sitting atop it. The biggest difference was in the black silk robe draped over the desk, and the glint of gold that came from the warm lamplight spilling down onto the metal bindings of a gavel.
Logan, for his part, cocked an eyebrow and sighed heavily.
"Tampa is so weird."
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| Sunday, January 4th, 2009
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9:42 am - Third Person, Plot
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Logan was having a fairly typical Sunday morning. Which was to say he was trying to get work done before the day was very old, and people (or Rex: the Dog) started clamoring for his attention. Work, for today, meant doing only what actually needed done, rather than what Logan thought needed done; putting his work for the coming week into order, answering emails and phone messages, including one from his mother.
Except the call to his mother never happened.
She eventually called the apartment in a snit. Logan didn't answer. When someone thought to see why he hadn't come out of his office and wasn't answering his phone, they'd find him gone. And in his place there would be a set of scales. A set of scales that would not, no matter what, do anything but balance perfectly. Even when they shouldn't.
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| Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008
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3:06 am
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I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm not eating *anything* sent to me by a client.
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| Wednesday, December 10th, 2008
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8:17 am
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( Arthur )
Christmas is the only time of the year that I miss Boston. I miss the cold, the chance of snow and the sheer over-done-ness of the holiday decorating in the family house. I can't do a thing about the weather, but I think I can manage the decorating. I might even be able to manage some baking.
Shut up. All of you.
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| Sunday, November 30th, 2008
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9:16 pm
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Most days I have a sort of not-quite-acceptance about things that allows me to be functional in the present and not pissed off at the past or terrified of the future. Most days.
Then there are days like today when I end up with a kidney infection that doens't hurt (because I can't feel it) but does make me close to incontinent and miserable, and a visit with a doctor who insists on shoving the risks of pressure sores and loss of bone density down my throat.
Then I'm not functional because I'm pissed off at everything and terrified that I'm going to live long enough to *have* a future.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my weekly whine.
current mood: uncomfortable
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| Monday, October 20th, 2008
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8:10 am
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Why does anyone still live in Tampa?
That is a serious question.
Not that I intend to move. Tampa's insanity is both less pronounced and less dangerous than my family's brand of crazy. Zach, you're exempted.
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| Wednesday, October 1st, 2008
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6:15 am - Third Person, Closed.
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Logan had been buried in Amnesty International work for the past several weeks. He'd bitched and grumbled through the various sevens, but over all he'd been occupied entirely with his job. It wasn't exactly Eyes Only, but the level of obsession he'd reached with this particular project was very, very similar.
Except of course he didn't send Arthur off to beat people up for him. He didn't think Arthur would go for it, for one thing, and for another getting him into a third world country might prove harder than getting a transgenic into a deserted wharehouse. So, he stuck with his computer and dancing around the legal system.
He'd finally come up for air, bewildered by the time that had passed and slightly surly. He was kind of bear-like that way. That way and the amount of hair on his chest. The next time Arthur shaved his face, Logan decided as he rummaged around the kitchen, that's what he'd shave.
Knowing his luck, Art would probably like it.
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| Monday, August 25th, 2008
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1:25 pm
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There are days that having no use of my legs at all doesn't particularly bother me, now. I'd even go so far as to say there are days that blend into weeks and, very occasionally, months where I would say I've 'gotten used to it' -- just like the assholes in rehab kept telling me I would.
Then I have days like today where I realize the assholes in rehab really were assholes and didn't know what the fuck they were talking about. Having use of all four of their limbs, they wouldn't. You don't get used to it. It just takes too much energy to maintain rage and frustration all the time, especially when just getting your pants on is a workout, nevermind actually getting in and out of the shower.
If anyone needs me, I'll be trying to keep from flinging myself and my chair off the balcony.
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| Saturday, August 16th, 2008
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9:53 am
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I bet if I could feel that, it would really hurt. Thank God, I can't.
Arthur, come take me to the hospital, please.
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| Friday, July 25th, 2008
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11:57 am - Third Person, Narrative
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Logan wasn't nearly as surly and bitchy as he had been a year --or even six months-- ago.
He wasn't devestated to find out he'd had a kid in some universe; he didn't necessarily have to have one now. It wasn't surprising that Arthur brought home a stray baby like some people brought home puppies. He'd learned to live with, and actually use, Rex most of the time. He'd stopped threatening to strangle the cat. Alice was a great time saver. He couldn't leave Andre drifting around, lost and suicidal because Logan knew how that felt.
Still, sometimes, he looked around at the chaos that had used to be his penthouse, and went just a little insane. There was no order, there was no real quiet. There was cat hair, and dog drool and people coming and going -- though to their credit most of them used the door, instead of the window. Arthur moved in and peace, quite, and privacy moved out.
Arthur moved in and brought life with him.
Most days, Logan secretly sort of loved that.
Today, Logan was hiding in his office.
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| Tuesday, July 8th, 2008
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5:04 pm
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In at least one possibility of a future I have a kid.
I don't hate her.
I'm not sure which of those two statements I find more startling. Actually, yes I do. It's the not hating part. Arthur is completely capable of bringing a child home like a stray kitten.
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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2008
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3:14 pm
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| Tuesday, June 24th, 2008
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8:47 am
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I hate summer.
I'd hate winter if I still lived somewhere that got cold, but I don't. I live somewhere that summers are humid and hot, and I hate it. I hate it because I have no, or at best limited, function in half my body-- voluntary or otherwise; I don't sweat or shiver from the level of injury down.
In short: I am baking, and only aware of it because my blood pressure responds by rasing far enough to make my eyes feel like they're going to pop out of their sockets.
Actually, I don't hate summer. I hate my body.
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| Saturday, June 14th, 2008
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3:49 pm
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| Saturday, May 31st, 2008
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2:23 pm
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| Saturday, May 17th, 2008
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11:00 am - Third Person, Closed
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The problem with the clothes from the olden days of yore was that they weren't exactly wheelchair friendly. Logan was going to spend a lot of time using very, very inappropriate speech.
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| Tuesday, May 6th, 2008
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6:39 pm
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| Saturday, April 26th, 2008
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6:39 am
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The cat is in heat.
The dog is shedding.
Arthur is stressed and not sleeping enough.
I am going to kill them all.
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