I'm Still Here
You know how when two people have a fight (like in a car or or confined room) and it's followed by a period of silence, both start getting that strong desire to resume talking rationally and begin the healing process, but neither person wants to be the one to break that silence? It doesn't really make sense does it? Yet it's as common as a screaming child at a Denny's restaurant.
Well, that's how I've been with my LJ. I've had plenty of things to write about, and the time to do it, it's just there's been such a big dead zone, I just couldn't bring myself to write the post that would end it. I guess it could be better explained if claimed I was afraid that I'd end up resuming these entries with something like "I had work today, my car is fun, burps are an amusing body function" and annoy the massive imaginary masses that read this thing, who were expecting something moving. For whatever reason, as I write I do so out of fear to even look and see when my last post was.
... ... Great. I just presented myself with a Shiny Red Button™. Ok, let's have a look.
Well, ouch. It doesn't help that Semagic presents my history to me in calendar format, so the month of October wasn't even available as a selection. So what made me break the cycle, you ask? Well, nothing really. I was halfway to my car with the apartment locked up, and I just spun on my heel and came back. Though I suppose there was some level of motivation. I'd had a dream that Golden Corral had turned into a sit-down restaurant because too many people were "abusing" (as the waitress told me) their buffet quantities, and I'd stood up on the table and gone on a rant how the buffet idea was the only thing that kept GC from being a total washout. And any dream about food is reason enough to eat out. Either way, I was thinking it would have been an amusing note in my LJ, and on that note I spun on my heel.
So... Lots of things have happened. I got the FC up and running and looking beautiful, and I'm getting addicted to that car. The day after it was registered, I drove it down with Shaya to see my mom in Florida and watch my brother and sister's show, and do a run around the everglades. The 1800-mile trip was a good break-in for the car, since the engine would run steady for extended periods. Two days after I got back, however, a chick didn't quite understand that stop signs aren't a suggestion, and ran into the side of my car. The damage isn't bad and she was cooperative and apologetic about it, despite the echoing explative that I directed at her out my window after the hit. Her insurance company will be sending me the check any day now.
Oh, I have a new group of friends. Also two days after I returned, but earlier in the day before the accident, I found a note stuffed under my door handle from another RX-7 owner. A good old fashioned introduction with compliments and phone numbers. His name is Ben, and apart from talking daily now and tinkering with our cars, he's introduced me to the local RX-7 group that meets every other Saturday. I've been having a pleasant amount of fun as a result for the past few weeks, if nothing outrageous.
Work continues to be good as well. My hours have gone up and I close four of the five nights a week that I work, and it's nice not to be strapped for cash anymore. I'm not settling into a sense of security or anything, but daily stresses have gone down a lot. But either way, I've been writing for 45 minutes and need to get back on my schedule for the rest of the day. So, that's all for now.
Well, that's how I've been with my LJ. I've had plenty of things to write about, and the time to do it, it's just there's been such a big dead zone, I just couldn't bring myself to write the post that would end it. I guess it could be better explained if claimed I was afraid that I'd end up resuming these entries with something like "I had work today, my car is fun, burps are an amusing body function" and annoy the massive imaginary masses that read this thing, who were expecting something moving. For whatever reason, as I write I do so out of fear to even look and see when my last post was.
... ... Great. I just presented myself with a Shiny Red Button™. Ok, let's have a look.
Well, ouch. It doesn't help that Semagic presents my history to me in calendar format, so the month of October wasn't even available as a selection. So what made me break the cycle, you ask? Well, nothing really. I was halfway to my car with the apartment locked up, and I just spun on my heel and came back. Though I suppose there was some level of motivation. I'd had a dream that Golden Corral had turned into a sit-down restaurant because too many people were "abusing" (as the waitress told me) their buffet quantities, and I'd stood up on the table and gone on a rant how the buffet idea was the only thing that kept GC from being a total washout. And any dream about food is reason enough to eat out. Either way, I was thinking it would have been an amusing note in my LJ, and on that note I spun on my heel.
So... Lots of things have happened. I got the FC up and running and looking beautiful, and I'm getting addicted to that car. The day after it was registered, I drove it down with Shaya to see my mom in Florida and watch my brother and sister's show, and do a run around the everglades. The 1800-mile trip was a good break-in for the car, since the engine would run steady for extended periods. Two days after I got back, however, a chick didn't quite understand that stop signs aren't a suggestion, and ran into the side of my car. The damage isn't bad and she was cooperative and apologetic about it, despite the echoing explative that I directed at her out my window after the hit. Her insurance company will be sending me the check any day now.
Oh, I have a new group of friends. Also two days after I returned, but earlier in the day before the accident, I found a note stuffed under my door handle from another RX-7 owner. A good old fashioned introduction with compliments and phone numbers. His name is Ben, and apart from talking daily now and tinkering with our cars, he's introduced me to the local RX-7 group that meets every other Saturday. I've been having a pleasant amount of fun as a result for the past few weeks, if nothing outrageous.
Work continues to be good as well. My hours have gone up and I close four of the five nights a week that I work, and it's nice not to be strapped for cash anymore. I'm not settling into a sense of security or anything, but daily stresses have gone down a lot. But either way, I've been writing for 45 minutes and need to get back on my schedule for the rest of the day. So, that's all for now.