Stuff

I ran a Google search on rejectomorph, as I occasionally do just to see if I'm still there. (Somehow, being on Google assures me that this whole thing isn't merely an hallucination. Why I don't imagine Google itself to be an hallucination, I don't know.) But this time, something new came up in the results. In addition to the usual LJ pages, there was this page, which (at some time in the past when Google crawled the site) showed the 500 then most recently updated weblogs in the world, and one of my entries happened to be among them. You can see the current page at the site (promethyl.org) right here. I'm going to go take a look at it as soon as I post this entry, so I can see my name at the top of the list -- or near it, anyway. The posts listed at the site are frequently dated only seconds apart. I don't know why the fact that my journal is being mentioned at this site should please me so much, but it does. Maybe its just further confirmation that I'm not imagining the whole thing. And I like the idea that this post mentioning the site will be listed on the site, and if anyone should click on the link to it there, they will end up reading about the site where they found the link that brought them here. I'm amused by this. I'm easily amused.

The rain has been less furious than I expected, but still sufficient to give the place a good soaking. It has let up now, so I won't have the sound of it to help me get to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow afternoon, because I have a dental appointment, but I'm not feeling the least bit sleepy. This means I'll end up cranky from insufficent sleep, and probably have another crappy night. I suppose nothing can be done about it.

I did manage to get some work done on some writing I've been wanting to get to, but I stalled at a point that I suspect is about a third of the way through. That happens frequently when I'm not convinced that what I'm doing is worth the effort. I think I might enjoy being stupid and untalented. Of course, then I wouldn't get to see my pseudonym at Google.

Rats! Six o'clock! Must try to sleep.

Oh, December!

Update: I checked the promethyl page, and I wasn't there. Then I saw a notice at the bottom of the page saying that the data was exported hourly, or "when I get arond to it." Hmph. I guess I won't show up there unless I happen to post an entry just before they update their page. But I still ought to be on Userland's Weblogs.com.

Chomp!

All the various and sundry teeth in my head are cleaned, scraped, polished, et cetera. Now I can set about getting them worn down some more. I have to go back for another cleaning in four months, due to some pockets of resistance, or some such thing. I'm getting some bone loss. Bone loss! And there is no Viagra for that sort of bone loss! Anyway, this bone loss causes the gums to recede, exposing part of the tooth root, which has no enamel on it and is thus more sensitive than the normally exposed part of the tooth. That's why I can't chomp things as hard as I used to. Bummer.

All day it has rained through the soft gray light. I would like to go somewhere, but I'm stuck here. I'm thinking about how nice city streets look in the rain. Here, everything is swallowed in the darkness, and the rain becomes nothing but sound except when it is briefly illuminated by the lights of a passing car. I want to see neon reflected in puddles, and shiny asphalt streaked with green and red and amber from the traffic signals. Trees are nice, but none the worse for a change.

I'm going to go stain my newly-exposed teeth with some tea.