I felt a dark rage that pulsed with the music on the radio today. I felt it, and it drove away my oversleeping-related headache. I felt it on the way to the post office to drop off a letter to which won’t actually go out until Tuesday, thanks to the holiday weekend.

I used the rage to finish the landscaping. It’s all finally done.

I was thinking something extremely poetic in the car. That got swallowed up in using the rage. I don’t remember what it was, except that I was going to end it with “ owes me a letter.” as a non-sequiter. If the poetry has been sacrificed in turning the emotion into action, then so be it.

By the way, she really does owe me a letter. So do and .

IPM had some fantastic conversations and, unfortunately, invovled me leaving early. I desperately needed sleep.

, I remember thinking on the ride home that your hugs felt like healing magic.

It hurts a lot when I miss

Over the past week or so, the contact lens in my left eye has been refusing to not dry out, refusing to re-moisturize, and was constantly giving me foggy vision. It was to the point yesterday where I was closing my left eye just so I could see clearly. This morning, I swapped out my lenses (such a g33k) for a fresh pair. It’s a lot better, mind you, but not perfect. My left eye seems to have this desire to cover the contact lens in this thicker-than-tears goo that fogs up my vision. It’s cleared up a lot from this morning, and I’m hoping that it will eventually go away.

Is this anything like the symptoms you were experiencing, ? I’m wondering if I’m going to have to get glasses again.

The universe would choose now for a spiritual re-awakening. Not the universe, really. The Gods. And me. Can’t forget my role in this irony. Damn the Conceptual Satanists and their irony. But I digress.

Once, there was the crossing between opportunity, talent, and life that would have included me among those considered musically talented. That crossroads was passed by choice. Now, I am content to be a consumer. A lover of many kinds of music, most especially electronica.

I can appreciate those sets put together by talented DJ’s like , , and , just to name a few. Once again, I can close my eyes and drift away on the waves of sound (Soundwave?). Once again, I can feel that second heartbeat behind the crashing waves. I can feel it remembering me.

Or maybe it’s the two Red Bull energy drinks.

I’m on lunch at work.

There are several different kinds of sobe in the vending machine in the cafeteria.

I have finally caught up on my letters to send to .

Shark fin cable modems are dumb.

I was more tired this morning than I am now. Yay, sugar!

I shall continue to bring my lunch except for on Fridays.

That is all… for now!

Short, and to the point.

I’m still extremely excited about my new job. It’s not that the reality of phone support hasn’t kicked in. It’s the -opportunity- that I’m granted, even if the job comes down to nothing more than a steady paycheck and benefits. Even then, no matter what policies change or Corecomm-like slave-driving ensues (something I seriously doubt), I will -still- have the paycheck and benefits, which amply make up for anything they can dish out in an 8-hour day.

I spent the weekend gaming with and hanging out with , , and . I really couldn’t have asked for a better time.

And this guy, who I was sure hated me, didn’t seem to hate me today.

I smiled when I realized that the watered-down root beer was making me make the same face that had made while drinking the non-watered-down stuff earlier. I just grinned and grinned.

I’ve caught up on LJ, for now. Soon, it will be out of my grasp again. Fear not, the landscaping is almost completed, and I’m filled with a great big happy.

Time to go to bed. I have to be on the road at 8.