After further review; it has been determined that while the idea was good, the execution was poor.
Similar but different is the future of the story.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
wipe on histamie blocker
Two years later and still in the walls?
Need to review and consolidate posts before starting again. What's that saying about catching lightning twice striking the same bottle?
Something like that.
Need to review and consolidate posts before starting again. What's that saying about catching lightning twice striking the same bottle?
Something like that.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
tossing metal coffins
I woke up to light and silence for the first time in I don't know how long. I'm in a small room with a hard backed chair, a dim lamp and a computer. I don't know where I am or who has me, but I am glad to see light again. I'm guessing it is the 5th or 6th of January. I've been held for 5 or 6 days now with no light; loud, non-stop metallic scraping... jarring me to the bone. The 'room' felt to be about 6 feet wide and 5 feet tall... freezing cold. No blanket, no bed, I couldn't stand, I couldn't sleep. A small door would open near the corner for someone to toss in a piece of bread and a bowl of water every so often. I could hear people talking, but the metal scraping kept me from hearing what they had to say.
I never thought a room tall enough for me to stand in with a chair, lamp and computer would make me so happy. And the silence. How I have wanted silence. Beautiful. I still don't know where I am, I don't know why I'm here, and I don't know when I get to leave, but this is so much better than it was. I can see where the wires come into the room for this computer... maybe I can make the hole bigger. The room seems to be made out of metal as well, but banging on the wall gives a deep hollow sound. I don't think the walls are thick at all. Hopefully there is something on the other side.
If you are reading this, I hope I can find a way out of here. I want to tell you how to find me, but I don't remember anything past leaving the New Years party. A good night apparently didn't end well. Going to try to make a bigger hole. More later if this thing isn't disconnected.
I never thought a room tall enough for me to stand in with a chair, lamp and computer would make me so happy. And the silence. How I have wanted silence. Beautiful. I still don't know where I am, I don't know why I'm here, and I don't know when I get to leave, but this is so much better than it was. I can see where the wires come into the room for this computer... maybe I can make the hole bigger. The room seems to be made out of metal as well, but banging on the wall gives a deep hollow sound. I don't think the walls are thick at all. Hopefully there is something on the other side.
If you are reading this, I hope I can find a way out of here. I want to tell you how to find me, but I don't remember anything past leaving the New Years party. A good night apparently didn't end well. Going to try to make a bigger hole. More later if this thing isn't disconnected.
Friday, December 29, 2006
what we had in paris
Decided to leave work early today so I could get the dog in out of the rain. Get to spend a little extra time online here at the house, but I would do that anyway. So I'll sit on the couch watching What I Like About You (is it me, or does this girl have a freaky big head?) or My Super Ex-Girlfriend, waiting for that one email from the ofice that will set me off. I'm so excited.
The poor dog was wet and covered in mud when I got home... she apparently hasn't figured out that half of her pin is covered. So, she got a nice rub down and her feet scrubbed. Immediately she ran for the back door (her pin is on the side of the house), ready to run around in the big yard. The rain had slowed, so I figured it wouldn't be a big deal. I let her out to find the chairs on the porch overturned in the middle of the yard. Love windy, rainy days.
But, all of the junk from the shed was gone. I walked over and tried the door... unlocked. Opened the door and everything was back exactly where it was prior to finding it on the lawn... even the shelves were back on the wall. No sign of the sheet or lantern, but the box was sitting on top of the desk.
It is a fairly non-descript box. Pine with small grooves carved around the top and a lock on the side. The key. I can't tell where the box ends and the lid begins. What does this lock open? I gotta get the key.
The poor dog was wet and covered in mud when I got home... she apparently hasn't figured out that half of her pin is covered. So, she got a nice rub down and her feet scrubbed. Immediately she ran for the back door (her pin is on the side of the house), ready to run around in the big yard. The rain had slowed, so I figured it wouldn't be a big deal. I let her out to find the chairs on the porch overturned in the middle of the yard. Love windy, rainy days.
But, all of the junk from the shed was gone. I walked over and tried the door... unlocked. Opened the door and everything was back exactly where it was prior to finding it on the lawn... even the shelves were back on the wall. No sign of the sheet or lantern, but the box was sitting on top of the desk.
It is a fairly non-descript box. Pine with small grooves carved around the top and a lock on the side. The key. I can't tell where the box ends and the lid begins. What does this lock open? I gotta get the key.
green grid on a white background
Apparently someone has decided to declare one of my sheds as their own. I came home last night to find the contents of my metal shed on the lawn and the door to the shed locked. Didn't keep anything in there; just an old chair, a desk and some wood used at one time for shelving (some of which was still attached to the wall prior to this removal). I don't have a key, but looked through the windows to see if anything was left inside.
It was completely empty except for a sheet, an old kerosene lantern and a small wooden box. I don't know who put this in there, or how someone has a key to the shed, but I don't like it at all. I'll be watching for the next few days to see if anyone tries to come into the yard for a nap.
It was completely empty except for a sheet, an old kerosene lantern and a small wooden box. I don't know who put this in there, or how someone has a key to the shed, but I don't like it at all. I'll be watching for the next few days to see if anyone tries to come into the yard for a nap.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
leaves falling on file cabinets
Do you ever feel like you are stuck in the middle of something and can't break free? I've got that feeling right now, and I really do hope it all works out for the best.
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