September 8th, 2011


bad brain; no biscuit!

You know what I hate?

I hate when I work myself into a panic about something I screwed up, only to double check and find that I didn't screw it up at all.

WTF, brain?

I mean, yes, this is better than having actually screwed it up, but why must I jump to panic and disaster even when everything is fine??
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A long-time favorite from Rebecca West

This has long been one of my favorite paragraphs, and is seasonally appropriate now:
only part of us is sane: only part of us loves pleasure and the longer day of happiness, wants to live to our nineties and die in peace, in a house that we built, that shall shelter those who come after us. The other half of us is nearly mad. It prefers the disagreeable to the agreeable, loves pain and its darker night despair, and wants to die in a catastrophe that will set back life to its beginnings and leave nothing of our house save its blackened foundations.