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I'm sitting at work in a tiny sliver of down time. Coffee coffee coffee. my tummy hurts.
The high mountain organic is my favorite, but even it isn't sitting comfortably today. I've switched to tea.
I updated and organized my cd collection. (Yeah, I hear you saying "CDs? What is this? 1990?!?" No. But my car IS a 1990, and has only a meager regular cd player. No MP3 capability in the cliTaurus.) It feels so good to start getting my music in shape. What music one carries around says so much about a person. Mine was screaming "neglect!" So I've got it about halfway distilled and backed up at this point, barely fitting into my giant 250 disc holder. 9_9;;; But a much richer spread, saying much more accurate things about me. LOL Slowly, I'm infecting the work computer with metal, punk, and hardcore.
New stuff includes:
The Police Message in a Box
ohGr Sunnypsyop
ohGr Welt
TMBG Flood (my 3rd copy)
The Tea Party Transmission (another 3rd edition)
The Tea Party Interzone Mantras
The Tea Party The Edges of Twilight
Alice in Chains Dirt
Alice in Chains Alice in Chains
Talking Heads Naked
Talking Heads Speaking in Tongues
Cowboy Bebop Complete Soundtrack
Things have been fairly stable in my world. The health gauge is running steady at about 60-70%. My right gland is swollen, and has been for a few months.... Its getting lumpier and more uncomfortable. I catch myself poking my neck to see if its still there, at least 5 times a day now. I wish I could have that looked at.... >..> oh well - Drama of the uninsured, I guess. Luckily my legs don't hurt as bad as they did last week, and I caught up on some much needed Zs this weekend. My shoulder is a lot less pissed off, and has decided to grant me free circulation of blood to my right hand today. Thanks shoulder! I did more stretching than usual today, so I think that helped. Overall, doin ok physically. :P
Mentally and emotionally, its been like wading through a seemingly endless mud flat. Not gonna sink in and die, but not sprinting either. I'm very hazy on the whole hornydrunkguy front, as he is proving VERY hard to read. But thats exactly where I want to be right now. Not head-over-heels in love, but certainly smitten. I'm warm and fuzzy at B too, as he saved my ass during a moment of inebriated panic, tucking me in and keeping me safe. Friends are good. I like my friends. :P Constantly in awe of Jess - just ask Matty who's my hero. And John and Lori FINALLY have moved out! They have a disgustingly cute little house with a yard and garage and all the bells and whistles. I'm so freaking happy for them, and so glad the wedding party will actually have somewhere welcoming to go. People have died again, like they do every Feb-March. Each year this gets easier for me, though. I don't go to funerals anymore. I prefer to grieve alone. Once again, I quietly remind myself not to take my loved-ones for granted.
Life is a banquet. Death is merely dessert.
I am neglecting my work right now, but I'm on a writing roll I haven't had time for in too long. I am still tacitly hunkering in the parents spare room, just waiting for a line to bite. Corvallis job is looking less like a sure thing, but Boyd's is a really nice back up. As long as I can just wait it out, I can save some $ and find a place of my own soon.
ok. NOW i have to go...
The high mountain organic is my favorite, but even it isn't sitting comfortably today. I've switched to tea.
I updated and organized my cd collection. (Yeah, I hear you saying "CDs? What is this? 1990?!?" No. But my car IS a 1990, and has only a meager regular cd player. No MP3 capability in the cliTaurus.) It feels so good to start getting my music in shape. What music one carries around says so much about a person. Mine was screaming "neglect!" So I've got it about halfway distilled and backed up at this point, barely fitting into my giant 250 disc holder. 9_9;;; But a much richer spread, saying much more accurate things about me. LOL Slowly, I'm infecting the work computer with metal, punk, and hardcore.
New stuff includes:
The Police Message in a Box
ohGr Sunnypsyop
ohGr Welt
TMBG Flood (my 3rd copy)
The Tea Party Transmission (another 3rd edition)
The Tea Party Interzone Mantras
The Tea Party The Edges of Twilight
Alice in Chains Dirt
Alice in Chains Alice in Chains
Talking Heads Naked
Talking Heads Speaking in Tongues
Cowboy Bebop Complete Soundtrack
Things have been fairly stable in my world. The health gauge is running steady at about 60-70%. My right gland is swollen, and has been for a few months.... Its getting lumpier and more uncomfortable. I catch myself poking my neck to see if its still there, at least 5 times a day now. I wish I could have that looked at.... >..> oh well - Drama of the uninsured, I guess. Luckily my legs don't hurt as bad as they did last week, and I caught up on some much needed Zs this weekend. My shoulder is a lot less pissed off, and has decided to grant me free circulation of blood to my right hand today. Thanks shoulder! I did more stretching than usual today, so I think that helped. Overall, doin ok physically. :P
Mentally and emotionally, its been like wading through a seemingly endless mud flat. Not gonna sink in and die, but not sprinting either. I'm very hazy on the whole hornydrunkguy front, as he is proving VERY hard to read. But thats exactly where I want to be right now. Not head-over-heels in love, but certainly smitten. I'm warm and fuzzy at B too, as he saved my ass during a moment of inebriated panic, tucking me in and keeping me safe. Friends are good. I like my friends. :P Constantly in awe of Jess - just ask Matty who's my hero. And John and Lori FINALLY have moved out! They have a disgustingly cute little house with a yard and garage and all the bells and whistles. I'm so freaking happy for them, and so glad the wedding party will actually have somewhere welcoming to go. People have died again, like they do every Feb-March. Each year this gets easier for me, though. I don't go to funerals anymore. I prefer to grieve alone. Once again, I quietly remind myself not to take my loved-ones for granted.
Life is a banquet. Death is merely dessert.
I am neglecting my work right now, but I'm on a writing roll I haven't had time for in too long. I am still tacitly hunkering in the parents spare room, just waiting for a line to bite. Corvallis job is looking less like a sure thing, but Boyd's is a really nice back up. As long as I can just wait it out, I can save some $ and find a place of my own soon.
ok. NOW i have to go...