We'll Get Together Sooner or Later
Nov. 2nd, 2001 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueIt's a pity that the term "journalist" has been hijacked by the news media, because that is what I am -- a journalist. I write in a journal my perception of events and my speculations on what they mean. When I open a newspaper, I don't want to read something by a journalist. I want to read something by a reporter. Facts, dictated as they are. Information, not interpretation.
I've been watching Almost Famous again; it really is a wonderful movie that was woefully mismarketed whilst in wide release. I think that I belong in that movie.
My biology has been behaving very strangely these past few days. I don't feel unwell at all -- just unusual, as though my body is trying to morph into a different shape. First, there was the slide into depression, and the subsequent pull out of depression -- which does not ordinarily cycle so fast. Then yesterday, I gained five pounds of water weight over the course of two hours, such that I looked suddenly pregnant. Then a few hours later, it was gone.
Today, I look something like an action figure version of myself. It's not so much that I'm broiling with new muscle tissue, (although there is some of that,) as that all of my lines seem more defined and less flexible. My upper and lower body do not appear to be proportional. My coloring is very high, and my eyes are very glassy -- it's possible that I'm running a low-grade fever. Even my hair looks oddly plastic. Valancy is resting her head on my shoulder, and she says that my pulse is rabbit fast.
It's quite odd; but I suppose that anything can happen in a blue moon month.
I've been watching Almost Famous again; it really is a wonderful movie that was woefully mismarketed whilst in wide release. I think that I belong in that movie.
My biology has been behaving very strangely these past few days. I don't feel unwell at all -- just unusual, as though my body is trying to morph into a different shape. First, there was the slide into depression, and the subsequent pull out of depression -- which does not ordinarily cycle so fast. Then yesterday, I gained five pounds of water weight over the course of two hours, such that I looked suddenly pregnant. Then a few hours later, it was gone.
Today, I look something like an action figure version of myself. It's not so much that I'm broiling with new muscle tissue, (although there is some of that,) as that all of my lines seem more defined and less flexible. My upper and lower body do not appear to be proportional. My coloring is very high, and my eyes are very glassy -- it's possible that I'm running a low-grade fever. Even my hair looks oddly plastic. Valancy is resting her head on my shoulder, and she says that my pulse is rabbit fast.
It's quite odd; but I suppose that anything can happen in a blue moon month.
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