Pressed in organdy
Vines eating trees
Originally uploaded by amnesoid Drumbeats call from across the sea.
I was a cool cat today, i was the coolest cat for forty miles. It is not the end of the world if [corporation] and Tim Miller part ways, i said. Chin up, boss. Richmond is just a city i happened to like a little, once upon a time, and it has an office of ours, but if it is not in the cards then i don't mind. But i am not going to new jersey and i am not staying here. I was the coolest cat for forty miles. I don't want for money or anything, i can even afford to be unemployed for awhile, maybe i can do some overseas volunteer work like i have wanted to do for a long time.
Something has been not quite right for me for quite a while. I want to leave very soon, but there is nowhere particularly that i really want to go. It is a weird feeling. I have been cooped within offices for three years and it is uncomfortable and unnatural. My alcoholism doesn't make the time pass as pleasurably as it used to. I left out these parts.
I get bent towards ideas i have. The latest idea is that the company is unrelenting on geography, so i get to finally leave and be free of the bonds of drawing a paycheck. But now my boss seems like he will try to relent to my preference, and then i will feel obligated to remain an employee, which is the root cause of all unhappiness.
I need to use my vacation days more often.
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I have been down and out with flu. I used to call it "The Flu", but i think people here just say "i have flu", sort of like british people say "uh oh, i think i have to go to hospital."
THE flu allowed me to sleep for sixteen hours yesterday. I drank orange juice and chicken broth and lost five pounds, only five more to go to achieve all of my resolutions for 2008. !
I have been listening to Simon & Garfunkel over and over again. And over. The apartment is tidy and has bated breadth. I look at the futon and feel weak in the arms. Ohch.
I have been reading a book called "COLLAPSE". It is by Doctor Diamond and it is about how the human race ruins everything it touches, which i believe entirely, but i do it tenderly.
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Everything is caked with salt, hopefully it snows like the dickens tomorrow.
Your friend,
-tim.