So I went outside. I turned north, around the corner. I about had a fit. There were dark, nasty-looking clouds rolling straight south toward me, with a leading edge where a front of some sort was moving in. They were coming in fast, too. I'm hoping that means this will blow over quickly. I didn't enounter much rain until I got to the northern part of Houston, and it didn't pour, even though the clouds sure looked as if we ought to get a lot of rain from them.
The Voices, The Voices: A conversationbetween Mark and me last night:
Mark, at the computer: "Your eye is hurting again?"
Me, in bed: "Yeah, a little bit." *pause* O.O "You're reading my journal?"
Mark: "Yep, I check it out every once in a while."
Me: "Cool! Oh my god. You've seen all of my Paul angsting, haven't you?"
Mark: "Paul angsting?"
Me: You know, where I type in 'conversations' with the little Paul in my head."
Mark: "Oh yeah! Kind of like Baron Harkonnen in Alia's mind."
Me, laughing: "No, not like that, thank God."
The Little Paul in My Head, to Mark: "Yes, precisely like that! Because then, she might actually write the bloody novel about me instead of merely talking about it incessantly. I am so glad you understand."
I'm beginning to think that what I should really do is write a story about the 'conversations.'
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