There's an actual compulsion to read everything, which is why I have learned more about hentai (in color!) than I ever really thought I could and may never recover from finally seeing goatse. (You know, it wasn't as bad as I thought, but then I remember the fact that in Smallville, Clark was fisted a lot. This, I think, blunted the edges of my trauma. Mostly I double blinked, then checked my AIM and YIM lists to see who was awake and who I was geographically far enough away that I didn't have to worry about death. Sadly,
It's actually something I faintly noted but hadn't connected with anything; on it's own, the stuff doesn't really do anything that I notice, like wearing glasses while gardening. Maybe I can see the dirt better, but seriously, dirt. You see it better, it doesn't look all that different. But like wearing glasses when driving ("Oh. That's a sign! I thought it was a red blob! So stop here, huh? Who knew?") it's effective as *hell* when I have to finish something that requires a lot of concentration and a glee in anal retentiveness (I own six separate del.icio.us accounts that are in a kind of terrifying order and most of my lj is not only tagged, but retagged.) Which is why I learned how to time my doses at work so I wouldn't start focusing until my email was finished being checked and answered, but when I was already working. Nice stuff. Strangely, does not decrease appetite at all. The anti-drug propaganda lied. Damn them.
More Joy Day
Okay, three things that made me happy on my flist:
1.) The person giving random teddy bears. That is just made of win; whoever did that and made so many people so happy (including me)? Thank you. If it was several someone's, you are totally and amazingly awesome. So many happy posts in a row, I thought the joy level on my flist would reach proportions unseen before in history.
2.) Several people on my flist posted random joy about their lives that made me smile a lot. I love when people share their domestic and general life happiness so casually, as unself-consciously as a comfortable pair of shoes. It always brightens my day to read it, even if I forget to comment, which should totally be a resolution now that I think about it: comment on people's ljs!
3.) Why I Joined OTW Week - several people posted today, and reading the shining hope for OTW and what it could, would, and does represent to them was--very lovely. I like parades of happiness wandering by, for whatever it might be. That I believe it too was a bonus.
I read about their hopes for the new archive, the hard work of the volunteers,
It's nice to see such unalloyed hope wrapped in words.
*from nestra's post