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Jun 08, 2007 14:45

four days of cautious moping, with "get a job" looming overhead. one day of cautious unstuckness and counting. do i have a very small head? open mind, tiny focus point.

last week "getajob" got a slight jolt - i'ma be a clown and moonwalk operator for Bobby the Clown's Party Animals. i've been trained in all the finer points of...inflating moonwalks, but don't have a gig until the 20th. this didn't assuage my humbleferiority over jobgetting.

so, making a phone call inquiring about a limousine fiberglass partmaking parttime job, imagine my surprise to be ... wanted! an electric shock of warm consciousness surged in me, my face throbs with...what? something i haven't had.

i keep forgetting how to manufacture it at conscious will, so strong is the world at me. but what's the difference? me, the world, me... (Scotty that Steve Pavlina is getting to me) (ok it wore off in the time it took to look up that link) (my right hand is asleep, have you ever typed with a sleeping hand?)

todo: make a pianoroll score of Xenharmonic Variations.

state, emotion

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