So I haven't posted to this thing in a year. A lot has happened since then ( Read more... )

So, did I say 20 songs? I think that's just about right. Yeppers. I'm pretty proud of myself. I've just been too busy at work to pout them in order and make a copy. Now, I should really figure out who I want to give them to ( Read more... )

So I think my goals are starting to shape up nicely. I bought my own domain name, but have yet to buckle down and put up better-man.net. I've been pretty busy with the Evanswood Foster Care facility. That's all right; I have the new Compaq server (Toronto) to play with now. Of course, Troy had to help me out with Foster Care, but that's OK, ' ( Read more... )

I left my trusty pen at home, an but I always keep a couple of spares in my briefcase ( Read more... )

There isn't too much in my briefcase to read, so I think I'm going to write, instead. They seem to be out of The Other Paper here at Basso Bean, as well as next door at Mac's Tavern ( Read more... )

That was kind of a haphazard goal list, don't you think? Yes indeedy. Very indicative of my lack of focus as of late. My dad just interrupted me and pointed out that I'd started to load dishes into the dishwasher - and apparently just walked away ( Read more... )

I was doing soooo well at not flaking out. I mean, seriously. I was remembering things because I was writing them down as I remembered them. I remembered my sunglasses, almost (but not quite) forgot my regular glasses, and totally forgot... my Effexor. My favorite anti-depressant. The one that reminds me to take it ( Read more... )

And I find myself, once again, within the walls of Basso Bean. I've several books with me, but have opted for The Other Paper, instead. This weekly publication of pop-media has managed to win out over ( Read more... )

I've developed a bad habit. See, every day when I come home from work, I'm exhausted. I feel like the flourescent lights and the computer monitors have been draining my energy all day long. So then, I come home and sleep for an hour or two and proceed with the evening. When it comes time for bed, I can't fall asleep for a good hour or so, and I ( Read more... )

I used to write a lot more than I do now. I'm not sure why that is, but I have a couple of good ideas. For starters, my job is a good place for mental stagnation. It's one of those jobs where I can sit, for hours at a time, and do jack-diddly-squat. Nada. Nothing. Rien. (I don't remember the Latin for "Nothing", although I do remember "nemo ( Read more... )