Killing time.
Just sitting, and sitting, and sitting here at the library. Trying to kill an hour to see if anybody good gets online to IM with. This not having a computer thing, not having cable--it's difficult!!
(I have to mention right now that I hate Yahoo. Fuckin' bastards.)
I can now proudly announce that some of my jewelry is on consignment at Cowtown in the Short North. It's close to where I live, and he took quite a bit of my stuff to put on display, asking me if I would please bring more. A couple of pieces are down at my mom's, which I really wish I had now. :( It would suck for me if someone went to the website and decided to buy them. Plus, they're pretty, and I like pretty things.
So, my capacity for internal reflection seems to have diminished to almost nothing. I realize now that this is why I come onto this journal and, instead of writing vaguely thought-provoking things, I write the general nonsensical crap that goes on in my head. I'm not feeling anything, just the numbness of survival. Even right now, it's hard to conjure up an emotion besides a vague relief that life is finally starting to smooth out a bit. The other day, I went to bed at midnight and slept until four in the afternoon, which is a marathon even for me; I suspect that my body is trying to catch up on destressing, and I won't be surprised if I get sick. It seems like I should be happy though. New apartment, great location, good relations with my roommate, good times at work (more or less). Jewelry finally up in a store, with my name on it. I'm not starving and I have a place to lay my head, and Bobby is finally talking to me again--I even got a phone call, and couldn't even muster up the usual giddiness over that. When nobody's looking, I'm just a joyless blank.
That is all.
(I have to mention right now that I hate Yahoo. Fuckin' bastards.)
I can now proudly announce that some of my jewelry is on consignment at Cowtown in the Short North. It's close to where I live, and he took quite a bit of my stuff to put on display, asking me if I would please bring more. A couple of pieces are down at my mom's, which I really wish I had now. :( It would suck for me if someone went to the website and decided to buy them. Plus, they're pretty, and I like pretty things.
So, my capacity for internal reflection seems to have diminished to almost nothing. I realize now that this is why I come onto this journal and, instead of writing vaguely thought-provoking things, I write the general nonsensical crap that goes on in my head. I'm not feeling anything, just the numbness of survival. Even right now, it's hard to conjure up an emotion besides a vague relief that life is finally starting to smooth out a bit. The other day, I went to bed at midnight and slept until four in the afternoon, which is a marathon even for me; I suspect that my body is trying to catch up on destressing, and I won't be surprised if I get sick. It seems like I should be happy though. New apartment, great location, good relations with my roommate, good times at work (more or less). Jewelry finally up in a store, with my name on it. I'm not starving and I have a place to lay my head, and Bobby is finally talking to me again--I even got a phone call, and couldn't even muster up the usual giddiness over that. When nobody's looking, I'm just a joyless blank.
That is all.