sparkthoughts – Page 11

the Garak dream is stuck in my brain help me

I have arrived! Sort of. I am in Texas. Sitting in a trailer park.

It is cold and windy, supposed to get icy here this weekend (yay). I was GOING to head up to Missouri in a couple of days but the roads just look way too nasty to pull a trailer through. So I may be stuck here for another week or two. *flails around*

The drive was actually not bad. We didn’t have any serious car breakdowns and the weather was great for us the whole way (though there were lots of upturned cars and huge trailers that told us we had just missed the ice by a day or less). So yeah that was nasty. I don’t want to end up in the middle of that.

BUT YEAH basically I’m stuck here in the middle of Nowhere Texas without skype or STO (the internet is too slow) and half a bar of cell reception and no decent coffee, and all of my stuff in storage (I already know that my Loki helmet and my dressform broke, I’m scared to know what else) until further notice. And with some kind of awful cough/sore throat thing given to me by my little cousin.

On the positive side, I had a dream last night that I was Garak so I have all these warm fuzzy DS9 feelings today. AND the internet does kinda work at least. And the tiny trailer I am living in is kinda adorable.

I stuck this in the queue so I am not really here…but I should be just about to Move Destination #1 by now.

Fleeing Cylon tyranny, the last moving van, Galactica, leads a ragtag fugitive sedan on a lonely quest. A shining…ok not that shining…place known as…the Midwest!

My suitcase is packed and I am ready to go to the User world

an actual conversation I had today with someone I hadn’t talked to in a while.

“So are you working now? :D”

uhhh no, I am still as permanently disabled as I was last time we talked.

I wish I didn’t always feel like I have to add on “but I am working on a plan” like I have to justify my lack of employment with a false sense of ambition.

Who cares that my body is systematically ripping itself to shreds? It’s clear that I haven’t tried hard enough to live a normal life. After all, normal people do it all the time.

I stayed up way too late last night watching many many episodes of a show that I don’t even like.
This says something about my current state of mind, but I am not really sure what.

I just had the WORST idea for a cosplay/song cover. I kinda want to do it but I don’t think I can pull it off with a straight face, let alone do I have the tech to make it happen.

I don’t want to be this me anymore. It’s unsuccessful and unpopular and I’m just over it.

Adventures in packing: apparently I played tennis at some point in my life.