Up until 5:30am the night prior writing the scripts and checking with the clients via email and twitter.

At 5:41am the client transfers $1970.10 into my bank account, which is coincidentally my year of birth and month of my birth.  The irony does not escape me.

Up three hours later, drinking four cans of Mountain Dew to stay awake.

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I have it.  All of my friends have it.  It appears that it is communicable, like the common cold.
Last night I was up until 5:18am.  Tonight appears to be about the same.
I have tried warm milk, cold turkey breast, and sleeping pills.  Nothing has made a dent.
Maybe I will sit in the backyard and stare up at the stars.  That might make me relax.

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Because really, what is the point of being self-employed and owning a car if you are not going out every once in a while for a quiet and leisurely night-time drive?  Maybe a stop first off for a bottle of iced tea and a bag of potato chips, and then stealing away into the night.  Putting some miles of road between me and my home.  Soft music ( Read more... )

Although I am not a huge fan of the original Bee Gee's version of this song, I have to admit that the Bird and the Bee really get this song right.  The lines about "Cause we're living in a world of fools, breaking us down... When they all should let us be." rings true with me in a way that I cannot completely describe.  Anyway, I heard this song ( Read more... )

Tonight, at five minutes to eleven o'clock, I finally did something right.  I made peace, not war.

Maybe there IS hope out there in the world.... even for the people like me.

On Thursday morning we packed the van, loaded the food and drinking water, and shuffled all of our camping goods to the various side shelves and spaces.  Spirits were high, and so were we.  The warm May sun shined brightly on our backs as we went about the task of turning an ordinary cargo van into a fully-loaded roadway dirigible angling itself ( Read more... )

Strange memories on this nervous night.

Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era - the kind of peak that never comes again.

San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run,  but no explanation, no mix of words or music or ( Read more... )

It turns out that I'll be in Tampa, Florida for 2-4 weeks starting in mid-June.  My plan is to leave by Monday, June 15th and return back to Richmond around Monday, July 6th.  The plans are still up in the air but there is so much FETISHCON work that needs to be prepped for.  We still have various slots to fill (fortunately, all the GoH positions ( Read more... )

I just got back from Maryland a few hours ago.  It was great seeing everyone again, and the food was excellent, but sometimes I am just not sure how my life ended up being this weird or this surreal ( Read more... )

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