the virtual world and the real one
8 Jul 2003 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimoreneone of my eyelids feels really heavy and--ugh. and my hands too--hot. but my feet are cold. i hate temperatures like this. it was 91 around eleven when i first went outside today. actually, that's a bit cool for july, i think. it's not hot enough to bake you when you step outside, especially not without those huge waves of humidity; just hot enough to be really icky and uninviting.
no doubt i need to get out more. for the few days that mother is home, i should have more opportunities: she's tried several times to drag me away, and she even offered to take me to the bookstore and buy me books. i didn't feel like getting dressed and going right then, and i was waffley, but she doesn't understand that 'welll' means you don't know. really, what i suppose she doesn't understand about me is that i like to be talked into things. i know she would have wanted me along. but it's ridiculous: you can't ask to be talked into things. no new books for me, then.
i suppose i can join in later--go to school with her tomorrow and paint the new-constructed parts of the house. perhaps that would make me feel better. maybe the internet is like a drug and sitting in front of the screen is slowly, gradually draining out my soul! aie! sometimes i have that suspicion. when i get entirely cut off from the computer, say for days at a time, it's a big shock, and kind of unreal--like an entirely alternate universe, where doing things means moving around and expending energy, and stuff. and talking to someone means talking, heh. of course, when that happens, i long for the quiet dimness of the computer again, and an empty room...
no doubt i need to get out more. for the few days that mother is home, i should have more opportunities: she's tried several times to drag me away, and she even offered to take me to the bookstore and buy me books. i didn't feel like getting dressed and going right then, and i was waffley, but she doesn't understand that 'welll' means you don't know. really, what i suppose she doesn't understand about me is that i like to be talked into things. i know she would have wanted me along. but it's ridiculous: you can't ask to be talked into things. no new books for me, then.
i suppose i can join in later--go to school with her tomorrow and paint the new-constructed parts of the house. perhaps that would make me feel better. maybe the internet is like a drug and sitting in front of the screen is slowly, gradually draining out my soul! aie! sometimes i have that suspicion. when i get entirely cut off from the computer, say for days at a time, it's a big shock, and kind of unreal--like an entirely alternate universe, where doing things means moving around and expending energy, and stuff. and talking to someone means talking, heh. of course, when that happens, i long for the quiet dimness of the computer again, and an empty room...
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