We can't keep pretending it's Winter
Got our newsletter out on time, with two whole hours to spare. That was Tuesday. Three hours of overtime and some wine. I think it was a success.
Feeling good about things. The job's not perfect, far from it, but it's a job and it's experience and it's money in my pocket. Not that I care about that last thing much anyway, but it's nice not having to depend on anyone else.
It's a start, all of it. Been going to class, which is a nice return, without the weight of grades and outside work. Just listening, learning, feeding my starved brain.
Been reading and reading things of all kinds. Scientific studies, wikipedia articles, Murakami and Chabon, industry reports, William Blake and blogs and blogs about every sort of thing. I feel wonderfully insatiable. There are things I am planning for, looking forward to, and I feel like it's been a long long time. Nothing's perfect, I pick up too easily on the gentlest frequencies, but I'm trying to overcome that. At least the being affected part. I'm trying to learn to use that sensitivity in my favor.
My shoulder-sitting skills are getting better everyday. And really, who can ask for more than that?
I feel a little insubstantial, like I might disappear with the wind, but I think that's just a factor of hunger.
This is fantastic:
Feeling good about things. The job's not perfect, far from it, but it's a job and it's experience and it's money in my pocket. Not that I care about that last thing much anyway, but it's nice not having to depend on anyone else.
It's a start, all of it. Been going to class, which is a nice return, without the weight of grades and outside work. Just listening, learning, feeding my starved brain.
Been reading and reading things of all kinds. Scientific studies, wikipedia articles, Murakami and Chabon, industry reports, William Blake and blogs and blogs about every sort of thing. I feel wonderfully insatiable. There are things I am planning for, looking forward to, and I feel like it's been a long long time. Nothing's perfect, I pick up too easily on the gentlest frequencies, but I'm trying to overcome that. At least the being affected part. I'm trying to learn to use that sensitivity in my favor.
My shoulder-sitting skills are getting better everyday. And really, who can ask for more than that?
I feel a little insubstantial, like I might disappear with the wind, but I think that's just a factor of hunger.
This is fantastic:
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