Pain all over [journal]

There's a point of pain in my chest, as if I've just been stabbed in the middle of myself, and everything. Lying here prone I feel like I am slowly bleeding to death...

I am losing quite a bit of hope in my finger. Wrist is getting worse too. I've bound both tonight, as tightly as I can without blocking circulation. My thumb also feels slightly sprained at the joint too. Same finger on left hand acting up like the bound one too. This is an emergency.

Do you think I deserve an ignoble death because I have poisoned to death my mind and killed myself in my imagination so many times? And what of my other sins? I don't believe in life after death. I will be punished at death, not before or after.

Randomness and a dream

What Kind of Geek are You?
Name
DOB
Favourite Color
Your IQ is	high
You are a	physics geek
Your strength is	you never need to sleep
Your weakness is	chocolate
You think normal people are	strange
Normal people think that you are	disturbed
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...so alcohol isn't my weakness?!

I'm in a hospital, recovering from an unknown surgery. Meals there are like Chinese banquet style. I think my parents are there. People here watch Japanese movies on their in-room TVs.

I'm now out of the hospital and in a hostel sort of place. I know it's a hostel because instead of having separate rooms for everyone each room has about four beds in it. Lights went out at 11pm but I have a great view of the street below from my window. Across the street is a convenience store. A group of people who look suspicious enter the store, so I get out of the hostel and go investigate. I don't hear everything they are saying, but this group of people seem to be carting out quite a lot of cases of soda, and I think this just might be a robbery.

I get back out of there to the street. It's a cobblestone street, pedestrians only, very European-style. It leads out to a circular sort of open area. There's some police officers here, but I don't want to talk to them because I'm afraid I'm gonna sound stupid if all those guys were doing was buying wholesale. I walk around more on the street, then I run into my French teacher from elementary school. She doesn't remember me at all until I give my name to her. I tell her about what I saw, and I add, "but they were speaking English, so I didn't understand everything..." And the movies in the hotel are in Japanese too...

Why wasn't I speaking English in this dream!?

New artwork posted

Some new pieces in my Scrap section:

• A quick doodle of a Japanese-type guy and a wasp
• Something I drew while we were stuck in traffic in Japan (see here.)

A new one of a Mayan glyph which was supposed to be a bonus assignment for art class if we could get it done before school let out. I couldn't. But that's okay. It's done now.