April 2, 2003 - Thoughts
As I previously stated in the about page of this section, the other morning I was very angry. The subject is not a new one, this is something that goes way back with me. You see, in speaking with people of experience, my seizures appear to put me in a state very much as though I were drunk, or on some kind of drugs. As my Mike asked me yesterday, it might be what sleepwalking is like- my body appears to be awake but my mind seems to slip in and out of wherever it is our minds go to when we sleep.
So it makes me very, very angry that so many healthy individuals out there waste their minds, destroy their brains by using drugs, drinking, whatever. It really pisses me off that I'm stuck with this disease that I may always have, I may have to take pills everyday for the rest of my life, I may never drive, and above all else I'm half the person that I should be. That I used to be. That I can remember being.
There are so many people that are so intelligent and then they use drugs and end up killing their brain cells. It must be nice to have that choice.
Let me explain something. First, I'm not always aware that I'm having my seizures, so I haven't had any that I'm aware of in almost three years. But this doesn't change a thing. Most of the time I have trouble remembering things for any longer than 12 hours, and when I can think and actually make sense of things without getting completely confused, my head usually hurts from it. No, I don't like living with an every hour, every day, every week, every month, every year headache. Yes, it pisses me off.

April 2, 2003 - Ideas
One night, a long, long time ago I came up with this idea. I also came up with the idea for this section of my site from this idea but never really worked on it. But anyway....
I was laying in bed and usually my legs hurt at night.. well, this night a little creature snuck into my head. He was rightfully dubbed "The Imp That Sticks Poles Through". You see, the little imp I saw in my mind was an imp that would wait patiently all day just for the owners of one's bed to return to their bed, and then when they were just barely asleep, he would stick his sharp pole through their feet. I didn't get the impression that he did it to be mean, more like he was just being michevious, or perhaps because he was lonely and wanted attention. Someday I hope to draw a picture of this guy. Something Froudian.

April 2, 2003 - Theories
Science WILL (it's beginning...) replace religion. This is when we are all fucked.


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