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Oct. 15th, 2004 07:03 pmI spent the last half hour of today putting together my "kiss my ass, I'm out of here" mix on my computer at work. 2 Weeks left, no job, no plan, no savings....
This is going to be fucking awesome.
Did a lot of stuff this week. Not enough. But a lot. Thought a bunch. Made plans. Scrapped them. Talked with some friends. Put others on hold. Put a lot of myself on hold. Cleared a path for just the mind.
I Read. I danced around the office. I went out in the middle of the week and saw a local band play (Silent Gray). Danced. Had a couple of drinks, which I didn't have to pay for (Cynthia the bartendress was happy to see me!) Planned stuff with Alex for next week. Made a crapload of calls for next week.
Got paranoid. Got over it. Danced around the house. Did laundry. Drove around. Droooooove all the way out to Bri Bri's house. Chatted. Looked at photos. Thought. Watched television. Read.
Fell asleep reading. Woke up in bed next to poetry. Woke up in bed next to good prose. Woke up in bed alone. Didn't think about it until later, and just didn't worry about it.
Bit my fingernails. Walked around work like a zombie. Had long meaningful talks with my mother at 3 in the morning. Didn't sleep nearly enough. Laughed. Sang. Drove around, talked to myself, went shopping for music. Listened to music. Wrote. Wrote more. Ignored the internet. Failed miserably and just surfed.
Shopped on Ebay and found my own personal island of misfit toys. Made a bid. Waiting. Went on Amazon. Spent money I can't afford. Music. Books. Videos. Pre-orders.
Danced today to New Order. Danced and sang with Joy Division (amazing how such sad songs can still be so happy). Rocked out with the B-52's. Ignored the phone. Answered the phone. Did *nothing* but answer the phone. Ignored things on my desk.
I was digging through the files on my desk, throwing out clutter. Found an old article that I'd done for our now defunct newsletter. Read it over. Liked it. Thought about posting it up somewhere. I'll probably do so.
Did Laundry. Planned my own going away party. Thought about nothing, called a friend or three. Annoyed Dave. Had long talk with Dave about making sarcastic faces when being sarcastic. No longer felt like an asshole. Blamed it on Dave for not knowing how to make more than five faces. Laughed.
Danced....smiled...thought...worried...smiled...hoped...dreamt...
A good vacation from myself.
This is going to be fucking awesome.
Did a lot of stuff this week. Not enough. But a lot. Thought a bunch. Made plans. Scrapped them. Talked with some friends. Put others on hold. Put a lot of myself on hold. Cleared a path for just the mind.
I Read. I danced around the office. I went out in the middle of the week and saw a local band play (Silent Gray). Danced. Had a couple of drinks, which I didn't have to pay for (Cynthia the bartendress was happy to see me!) Planned stuff with Alex for next week. Made a crapload of calls for next week.
Got paranoid. Got over it. Danced around the house. Did laundry. Drove around. Droooooove all the way out to Bri Bri's house. Chatted. Looked at photos. Thought. Watched television. Read.
Fell asleep reading. Woke up in bed next to poetry. Woke up in bed next to good prose. Woke up in bed alone. Didn't think about it until later, and just didn't worry about it.
Bit my fingernails. Walked around work like a zombie. Had long meaningful talks with my mother at 3 in the morning. Didn't sleep nearly enough. Laughed. Sang. Drove around, talked to myself, went shopping for music. Listened to music. Wrote. Wrote more. Ignored the internet. Failed miserably and just surfed.
Shopped on Ebay and found my own personal island of misfit toys. Made a bid. Waiting. Went on Amazon. Spent money I can't afford. Music. Books. Videos. Pre-orders.
Danced today to New Order. Danced and sang with Joy Division (amazing how such sad songs can still be so happy). Rocked out with the B-52's. Ignored the phone. Answered the phone. Did *nothing* but answer the phone. Ignored things on my desk.
I was digging through the files on my desk, throwing out clutter. Found an old article that I'd done for our now defunct newsletter. Read it over. Liked it. Thought about posting it up somewhere. I'll probably do so.
Did Laundry. Planned my own going away party. Thought about nothing, called a friend or three. Annoyed Dave. Had long talk with Dave about making sarcastic faces when being sarcastic. No longer felt like an asshole. Blamed it on Dave for not knowing how to make more than five faces. Laughed.
Danced....smiled...thought...worried...smiled...hoped...dreamt...
A good vacation from myself.
