||[Aug. 16th, 2011|10:25 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
|||||cripple with swag-my vagina aint handicappet||]|
Tomorrow I'm going to have an operation on my right eye for some random inflammation that appeared out of nowhere. It will be weeks until my eye is normal again, if ever, still I'm feeling almost relaxed about it, (might just be I'm in shock). In hospital I fluctuate between loneliness and need to be left alone. I might be stuck in this place for a while, still I guess I'm lucky to be a young Norwegian who gets the help she needs.
I have an urge to start life over, this time in bubble rap, where all senses are monitored and sheltered. Everything I love is all about sight and sound, touch, smell and taste are at best secondary to me. Sight, sound and sense, that's the tree I want to keep. But I realize this is folly, and that life has more to offer then the internet. Then I have the urge to do something remarkable instead. I guess the second one is better, but somehow not as appealing.
Some mundane questions: Starting uni will be tricky this semester, and I hope my work doesn't try to screw me out of the money for my sick leave. Also I'm scared shitless I might look funny after.
(Sol, M and V came for a spell, and just left.)