To everyone who wished me a happy birthday, thank you so much. I’m retardedly lucky to have you all as friends, and will reply to every wish with something witty (I hope). :)

So, the day after I bitch about hating my job, guess what? I can’t sleep. At night. At all. says I was actually sleeping, but I would start awake every time she moved or made the slightest noise. I didn’t get anything solid till around 6, I think, but even then, it was sketchy. So, this means that I call in sick to work, because I can’t operate. This also means that I’m in sleepy groggy hell for much of the day. The only way to stay awake was enough coffee to make me feel light-headed and tingly in my extremeties. I think it was like 11 or 12 cups.

An email from Amy, a good friend of mine who decided to print out everything that I’ve written so far:

“You should see this thing printed out. It doesn’t even begin to fit the large binder clips. It is huge and beautiful and feels so real now that I see it on paper. You should be so proud. I have to put it in a box!!!!!!”

I am proud, Amy. I am. :) This shout out also goes to , who asked me what I would do if I could do anything for a living, and “write” pushed its way out of my mouth without my knowledge or permission. Heh.

I had a phone interview with a City Pulse staff writer, which means that I and my letter to the editor are going to be extensively quoted in their upcoming article about McPherson. Finally, I can say this about that assbag and his administration: “I WIN!” Heh.

Okay, my internal systems are shutting down one by one. It’s time for me to call and wish her a good night. Same goes to all of you peoples. :)

For the last three mornings, I have woken up between 6:40 and 6:50 on my own. No matter what time I’ve gone to bed. Since my alarm is set to 7:00, and I’m determined to snooze until 7:30, I’ve gone back to sleep. Every time this has happened, I wake up groggy and sluggish.

I’m thinking that the sleep I’m getting after I wake up the first time is becoming detrimental, and my body is trying to kick my ass into changing rhythms along with it. I wonder if I’ll be able to stay a night person.

Yesterday’s theme was “blast from the past.” I ended up with a folder that I’d put together about ten years ago, full of the original copies of most of my poetry from pre-college years. It is intended for . As Bekkah and I used to say, “pure craziness.”

I feel… odd. Not the odd that’s good because the answers are in the back of the book, but the odd like your gear is slightly out of sync with the cogs of the universe.

I’m thinking of, instead of making dinners at home, and failing to make lunches at work, I can bring my lunch to work, and eat dinners out. This would be to promote after-work writing instead of after-work TV watching.

Oh, and Debian won’t grab a DHCP address from my router for a net install. This, of course, is AFTER I’ve re-written the partition tables on both of my hard drives. Joy of joys. It may be because I’m not booting straight from the CD… my cd-writer wouldn’t burn a bootable CD, so I booted from a Win98 boot disk with CD-rom support and ran the batch file in the /install directory.

Also, I turn 27 in two days. Where the hell did that sneak up on me from?! Heh.

It can be done.

And I will do it.

‘s play, The Cult, is amazing. The layers of metaphor that just came apart when I thought about them… very engaging and very smile-inducing.

Contacts have been made for creative work in a different state, if not technical work. A partnership on my most recent, and vague, project has been secured. Much visiting and moving forward was done.

Oh, and ? I took my free time yesterday to drive around the Flats and the Warehouse District. But, then, you knew I would. Goddamn Dairy Marts are everywhere. Should be QD’s.

I turn 27 on Monday. I don’t feel old yet. Huh. Maybe I’m getting younger as I get older. Wouldn’t that be fantastic? :)

Cleveland has this train bridge, that retracts in the most amazing way. It’s like an auto factory’s robot arm, but on a grand scale. I only saw it retracted, but the almost twisted positioning of the joints, and the all-black of the soot-covered steel, made me grin in the most Phillip of ways. Then there was the Black Church.

It was extremely unfortunate that we couldn’t get out to the Cuyahoga Falls/Akron area, but shit will happen. Sorry to all who are in Ohio that I didn’t get to see.

It can be done, and I will do it.