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a small update
May. 12th, 2003 05:58 pmLet's see.
I've registered with two temp agencies, but no placements as of yet. One did call me this morning at 8:30, hoping I could be an emergency replacement for someone who was unable to make their assignment, but I had no transportation today, so I had to decline.
I'm reading a lot about the mechanics of poetry, to supplement my regimen of writing. This is helping a lot. I find I'm writing more in meter, which is strange, but it's such a departure from my normal style that I feel compelled to keep doing it, just to see how it might contribute to my work.
There was a very cool want ad in yesterday's paper. Apparently a local library is looking for a circulation clerk, which I used to be about a decade ago. It's a salaried, full-time position, so all I need to do is fill out one of their applications before the deadline next week. (I'd hoped to fill it out online, but found out that their apps only exist at their branches.) Just thinking about applying to this job excites me.
Two nights ago, I had what I can only describe as an astral projection experience. It occurred at the tail end of a dream sequence. Near the end of the dream, I found myself going through a scene I'd already "lived" through, which triggered some sort of self-recognition (though I didn't thoroughly realize that I was dreaming). I exited the building where this scene took place and found that I needed to cross a road. Unfortunately, this road was populated with scores of blond women wearing royal blue outfits; they had to have been clones. This was very frightening, or at least daunting. Then I realized that I didn't need to wade through them: I could simply rise above them--that is, fly. And I started to rise. Part of me was focused on my breath, and at one point I noticed that I'd taken a stuttered breath, and I worried that this would somehow change what was going on. So, I started following my chain of breath, and once I reached the exhalation of that weird breath, I had the distinct sensation of materializing in my bed. I was staring at the wall of my bedroom, awake. My immediate thought/sensation was, "This is wrong." My heartrate was very fast and very pronounced. And I knew, upon waking, that my breathing in my "dream" was how I was really breathing. So, I have to believe that my unconscious self was doing something that I consciously would not have been able to achieve.
In other news, I haven't smoked any illegal substances in nearly a month. I'm hoping to clear out my system, in case I apply for a good job and would be required to take a drug test. And my DXM intake is now once every 10-14 days, which is quite an accomplishment, considering how often I was taking it not even six months ago.
I've registered with two temp agencies, but no placements as of yet. One did call me this morning at 8:30, hoping I could be an emergency replacement for someone who was unable to make their assignment, but I had no transportation today, so I had to decline.
I'm reading a lot about the mechanics of poetry, to supplement my regimen of writing. This is helping a lot. I find I'm writing more in meter, which is strange, but it's such a departure from my normal style that I feel compelled to keep doing it, just to see how it might contribute to my work.
There was a very cool want ad in yesterday's paper. Apparently a local library is looking for a circulation clerk, which I used to be about a decade ago. It's a salaried, full-time position, so all I need to do is fill out one of their applications before the deadline next week. (I'd hoped to fill it out online, but found out that their apps only exist at their branches.) Just thinking about applying to this job excites me.
Two nights ago, I had what I can only describe as an astral projection experience. It occurred at the tail end of a dream sequence. Near the end of the dream, I found myself going through a scene I'd already "lived" through, which triggered some sort of self-recognition (though I didn't thoroughly realize that I was dreaming). I exited the building where this scene took place and found that I needed to cross a road. Unfortunately, this road was populated with scores of blond women wearing royal blue outfits; they had to have been clones. This was very frightening, or at least daunting. Then I realized that I didn't need to wade through them: I could simply rise above them--that is, fly. And I started to rise. Part of me was focused on my breath, and at one point I noticed that I'd taken a stuttered breath, and I worried that this would somehow change what was going on. So, I started following my chain of breath, and once I reached the exhalation of that weird breath, I had the distinct sensation of materializing in my bed. I was staring at the wall of my bedroom, awake. My immediate thought/sensation was, "This is wrong." My heartrate was very fast and very pronounced. And I knew, upon waking, that my breathing in my "dream" was how I was really breathing. So, I have to believe that my unconscious self was doing something that I consciously would not have been able to achieve.
In other news, I haven't smoked any illegal substances in nearly a month. I'm hoping to clear out my system, in case I apply for a good job and would be required to take a drug test. And my DXM intake is now once every 10-14 days, which is quite an accomplishment, considering how often I was taking it not even six months ago.