Hmmm well this seems to be a recurring theme, here I am at work, alone, on a holiday. I didn't realize everything food-related seems to be shutting down at 6pm until about 5:30, so I had to rush out and pick up something for lunch and to eat when I get home and tomorrow night (I've been out of meat at home since like, Saturday, and I don't have ( Read more... )

So I was kind of forced to go into the warehouse, which as I have mentioned is pretty alarming in the dark. I was out of paper for the big job that's the entire reason I'm even here tonight, so I had to go searching. Nothing out on the printing floor, nothing over by the mailing room... crap, time to check the warehouse. It was there, way in the ( Read more... )

The office is a little spooky when I am definitely the only person here (yes, I am at work. I've been here since 1030, and will be here until about 10am or whenever my boss gets here to relieve me), although it's also kind of fun to go exploring. There's an empty office upstairs where another printing company used to be; now it's just desks and ( Read more... )

I think I'm giving up smoking for a while, it only causes trouble. Luckily I do not know where to find cloves/a good cigar shop up here, so that makes it easier ( Read more... )

How do I best accomplish getting to Toronto when I am getting out of work at 1am, and having to be there (well, actually Burlington I guess) at 7pm the same day? The train seems to not be an option, it gets there too late and doesn't seem to have a stop near where I want to be, so I think I'm going to have to drive.

On the subject of my Tarot cards: I don't generally think they are OMG MAGICKAL TOOLS OF THEE CLAIRVOYANT'S MYSTYREE AND ARTE, I see them as a mirror. I look at them, and hopefully something will wash up from the sea of my subconscious (of course I'm going to use Freudian imagery; I refer to two of the cards in the spread as my id and superego, ( Read more... )

Now I live in Troy. Now I have a window again ( Read more... )

I'm living in a basement again. A true basement this time, as opposed to my room at my parents' house which was mostly underground but had windows up near the ceiling. It's kind of bomb-shelter-esque, cinder blocks and cool temperatures and the like. If I close the door it's entirely dark in here at night which is a turnaround from being woken up, ( Read more... )

.. which is not to say it hasn't been such a long time, of course. I'll stream-of-consciousness for a bit ( Read more... )

I've had Jumpin' Jack Flash stuck in my head for the last few days; not that I mind, because I've come to appreciate the Stones (at least old Stones) lately, maybe it's all the WPDH I listen to. When I get a song in my head, it won't leave until something similarly catchy comes along. Alas ( Read more... )