domains, dominoes

I've been considering lately the fact that my domain name is driving me crazy. It was cool back when the symbolism didn't bother me. Now it bothers me. For what it is, the domain needs to be mine, something of my own. Something that does not seem to be half spiritually owned by someone else.

Ghosts of remembered things. Well. We've all got to start somewhere, haven't we?

I am discontent with the matter of sentri.net, but I always, always fail to come up with something that would suit me better. For someone who hasn't done so well with titles lately, this is the ultimate title. And I freeze.

I freeze, I blank, and when at last I do come up with something, nine times out of ten it's already taken.

All I can do so I won't think

Plugging strange domain names I don't really want in the first place into a search box, thinking of anything but my dentist appointment tomorrow. Fillings and needles, and I miss my old dentist. Quickly before I can take it back, let the nerves overwhelm me, I send Ice and Glass to the silverlake list. I don't know what the hell I'm so worried about. I mean, the one person who reviewed Without Light last week, liked it. So why am I worried?

Haven't a clue.