Frayed
The end of an era approaches.
Steelbuddha set up a space where I can have a real, fully customized blog. Eventually, there will be room for photos and audio clips. After I'm finished sculpting and twisting it, you can visit me over there.
The content should be of higher quality, but I expect I probably won't hear from a lot of you as much, simply because of the inconvenience. It would be neat if I could convince my Livejournal to automatically publish a link to new entries, but we'll see how that goes. Either way, it is hella neat.
I've been having weird dreams about projects I can't complete and documents I can't correctly proofread. I woke up at 4:30 this morning and had to convince myself that everything needful had been accomplished the day before. What happened to those exciting childhood nightmares about parental zombification and wild dog maulings?
My brain is playing a dirty trick, really. As my 26th birthday approaches, I'm making an attempt to seriously crack down and build necessary skills and habits into myself, and the brain doesn't like it. What my brain doesn't understand is that if we don't get this done together, we're going to feel like a waste in another ten years. We need to feel like we're good at what we do for a living, we need music, and we need to find time to squeeze a healthy lifestyle in there. To get any of that done, though, the brain must let me sleep.
Many, many other things are afoot, but I don't have the time or energy to discuss them now.
Steelbuddha set up a space where I can have a real, fully customized blog. Eventually, there will be room for photos and audio clips. After I'm finished sculpting and twisting it, you can visit me over there.
The content should be of higher quality, but I expect I probably won't hear from a lot of you as much, simply because of the inconvenience. It would be neat if I could convince my Livejournal to automatically publish a link to new entries, but we'll see how that goes. Either way, it is hella neat.
I've been having weird dreams about projects I can't complete and documents I can't correctly proofread. I woke up at 4:30 this morning and had to convince myself that everything needful had been accomplished the day before. What happened to those exciting childhood nightmares about parental zombification and wild dog maulings?
My brain is playing a dirty trick, really. As my 26th birthday approaches, I'm making an attempt to seriously crack down and build necessary skills and habits into myself, and the brain doesn't like it. What my brain doesn't understand is that if we don't get this done together, we're going to feel like a waste in another ten years. We need to feel like we're good at what we do for a living, we need music, and we need to find time to squeeze a healthy lifestyle in there. To get any of that done, though, the brain must let me sleep.
Many, many other things are afoot, but I don't have the time or energy to discuss them now.