Stuff Written on the Box Next to My Bed

See, there's this box next to my bed, left over from when I wrapped the presents of my lovely Cancerians. I had run out of scribble paper for those late night ideas that need to be jotted down in the dark like a thirty second masturbation to ease the mad tension of the day.

I keep a pen in the bed side drawer for this purpose (writing, not masturbation), but lately, I keep finding all my scraps of spare paper in said drawer already covered in notes! Thus, the ample side of the Priority Mail box came in handy, although it is a federal offense to use such a box for anything other than its intended purpose, I consider my scribblings a form of recycling of an already delivered package.

For a few weeks now--or has it been over a month already?--these two notes have stared up at me as I turned off my lamp, ready to sleep, saying, "Why haven't you posted me to LiveJournal? You know you want to." Yes, indeed I do. Tonight, since I feel craptastic (see previous posts throughout the day), I am trying to get in some writing if I can, while performing pseudo-restful postures in bed, which prove to actually be counterproductive to helping the body rest, although some of these positions do put my legs to sleep. Ahem.

The first, and less interesting of these notes came during a meditation in which a crone told me a bit about myself--or maybe we were talking about Eila at first--she said:

"A rebellious spirit that craves tradition, will forever be doomed to perpetual self-imposed struggle. You'll need to reword that later to make it sound better."

I, of course, did not reword it. I rather like the qualifier at the end. It makes my spirit journeys more interesting. ^_^

The second actually was the first note written on the box in linear time, but since I'm rather suspicious of the notion of time in a straight line, I'll disregard it and say we're coming full circle. Or is that full cubular? Oh look at me! I made up two words in a day!

Craig and I were heading to bed, and as we did so, he mentioned reading an article about discovering the purpose of the spleen:

Me: What did they find?
Craig: That the spleen is some sort of reservoir for white blood cells, it has the highest white blood cell count in the human body.
Me: Ah, like the gall bladder storing bile until they cut it out of me.
Craig: Yeah. You know, those useless organs.
Me: We should start a band. We'll call it "Screaming Spleens." With a name like that, we don't have to be good.

We're going to start a band now, called Screaming Spleens. We don't have to practice or even write songs. We just have to scream a lot and murder our instruments. As for the qualifier on my meditations, who am I to editorialize divine messages?

(Psst. Oh yeah. Writing gods. Keep forgetting my own divinity.)