I’ve finally got some work done on typing up Chapter 8. About 3/4 done.

Does anyone have a cure for doubting one’s self?

Broadband internet access and full-access digital cable television can certainly piss away hours of the day as efficiently as a long commute can, if more enjoyably.

Things that I was able to get off of my chest to her include, but are not limited to: that woman having no right to yell at me, that twisted, frustrated, trapped, hopeless feeling that I got while driving behind an asshole Mazda, ageism and lack thereof, life paths, and smacking people with folders.

I love her more than words can express.

So, I’ve got the option to put a pause on my fevered writing for a little bit and read this novel called I, Lucifer that leant me. Then, of course, there’s the option to continue writing on my lunch break and during free time, and just read between calls. I wonder if I’ll be able to do that. :)

It looks like Wednesday and Thursday will be filled with novel-writing goodness and networking geekery with . Mmmm, geekery.

I haven’t seen as happy as he was last night in AGES. Looks like things are looking up for my Dad, and it’s about damn time.

This WinXP machine that’s hooked up to the cable modem isn’t as good as the iMac was, but it’s not half bad.

Chapter 9 is done.

Yes, I know that I haven’t even typed up Chapter 8 yet. But nine is done anyway. So nyah. I promise to work on typing them up tonight. Cross my heart and hope to have a live hooker in my trunk.

My bro graduated MSU. Rock on. deserves a late happy birthday from me, though he got an early one on Friday night. :)

I got my medical card, so maybe I’ll actually call and set up a primary care physician over my lunch break. Uhm. Maybe.

Something clicked on Friday night while on I-94 between Ypsi and the Southfield Fwy. I really felt the connection between Ann Arbor, Lansing, and Detroit. It felt good.