not over, but upon

Still intending to write daily, even if it's late evening now and I've already put the cold medicine and the ambien in me. Still not better, actually got winded switching the laundry from the washer to the dryer, which freaked me out a little bit.

Went to the career-path class. I really need to sit down and read some job descriptions. I still think Research Admin is the way to go, and the Emmanuel College online program is the way to go, but I can't even really answer to myself what it is I want to be doing, I only know that I kind of want to be doing what I do now, but bigger and better, and with more opportunities to have Opinions.

Went to Atomic Bean Cafe tonight to see Kumquat's art hanging on the wall. It seemed like a lovely gathering, but I was pretty much burnt out on the idea of people even before we walked in the door.

I think it's possible that the Wixel application is going to destroy my life. But it'll be a very happy kind of destruction. And there's something stuck under the n key on my keyboard. I still haven't watched the second episode of Sherlock Holmes.

I feel like I should plan better what to write here, that the thoughts should be deep, or meaningful or somehow revelatory, rather than minutiae, but I'm pretty sure that I'm making the revelations up out of minutiae these days. I'm still aging, I'm still scared, I'm still intending to get a dog in a couple months, and I still remember exactly why we're timing it this way. My tattoo is still somehow influencing my lack-of-theology, and I still want to be someone who bakes more than I currently do. Light's playing the Penny Arcade game right now, there's a tortie trying to sit on my head, and I have crazygood friends. This weekend I'll make onion gravy, play Costumequest, put away a lot of laundry, see EFO, and maybe even see a movie.

Now, for some Itunes shopping and some Echo Bazaar before bed.

not over, but upon

Still intending to write daily, even if it's late evening now and I've already put the cold medicine and the ambien in me. Still not better, actually got winded switching the laundry from the washer to the dryer, which freaked me out a little bit.

Went to the career-path class. I really need to sit down and read some job descriptions. I still think Research Admin is the way to go, and the Emmanuel College online program is the way to go, but I can't even really answer to myself what it is I want to be doing, I only know that I kind of want to be doing what I do now, but bigger and better, and with more opportunities to have Opinions.

Went to Atomic Bean Cafe tonight to see Kumquat's art hanging on the wall. It seemed like a lovely gathering, but I was pretty much burnt out on the idea of people even before we walked in the door.

I think it's possible that the Wixel application is going to destroy my life. But it'll be a very happy kind of destruction. And there's something stuck under the n key on my keyboard. I still haven't watched the second episode of Sherlock Holmes.

I feel like I should plan better what to write here, that the thoughts should be deep, or meaningful or somehow revelatory, rather than minutiae, but I'm pretty sure that I'm making the revelations up out of minutiae these days. I'm still aging, I'm still scared, I'm still intending to get a dog in a couple months, and I still remember exactly why we're timing it this way. My tattoo is still somehow influencing my lack-of-theology, and I still want to be someone who bakes more than I currently do. Light's playing the Penny Arcade game right now, there's a tortie trying to sit on my head, and I have crazygood friends. This weekend I'll make onion gravy, play Costumequest, put away a lot of laundry, see EFO, and maybe even see a movie.

Now, for some Itunes shopping and some Echo Bazaar before bed.