There was a dream that I was having this morning, right before woke me up. I was in my forties, and I had two daughters. One was an artist, and she and I were in the garage, looking at two different pieces that she’s put together… not paintings, but like, industrial art pieces.

She thought that this one was crap and wasn’t nearly as good as the other one. I told her exactly what I liked about it and made her smile.

And then I woke up.

Tonight, I’ve:

• Cleaned the bathroom
• Added text messaging to my phone plan and confirmed ‘ mom’s account as the referral
• Packed for the weekend and Penguicon
• Sorted recycling and put trash in the dumpster
• Shaved mah face (don’t worry, the goatee is still there)
• Sewed two buttons on an old shirt and sewed closed a hole in the pocket of a pair of slacks
• Taped a crap-load of SG-1

That seems to free up quite a bit of time over the weekend and following vacation for creativity. Hrm. ;) Novel, the Steven plot lines, and maybe an eentsy bit of Carnival. God damn, I feel accomplished.

Nervousness is mounting in regards to calling the Ann Arbor news and convincing them that they need me as an opinion writer. I will not let this prevent me from doing it, as it used to in the past.

I’ll most likely get voice mail, but I’m gonna leave one hell of a message. :) *snicker*

I didn’t get your voice mail on my new phone, , I’ll check my old phone when I get to the car. I’ll also remind to give you a call. Heh.

I even bought a Detroit News yesterday to peruse the want ads. Never give up the search for opportunities, eh?

I think this Verizon stuff is going to spoil me. A phone that works inside my apartment. Just amazing. Especially this whole text messaging deal. I definitely need to add some ‘a that to my plan.

has joined the ranks of those with broadband internet. Not only that, THE HOUSE I GREW UP IN FINALLY HAS CABLE TELEVISION!!

Yes, kids, this DOES mean that there is a Santa Claus. It just means that he’s one of the horsemen of the apocalypse. Or reindeermen. Whatever.

Not only does he have digital cable, a cable modem, that man is shooting into the wireless age, so that he doesn’t have to wire a cord all the way up to Mom’s computer. He’s snagging a combo wireless/wired router. They’ll have three computers sharing broadband in the TWP. I think my head is going to explode. :)

I think I’m going to have to shoot him a link to Apple’s movie trailer site. He’s gonna love it.

Lunch in three minutes. Excellent.

I now have my Verizon phone. I’m going to be ending the service on the Sprint phone on the 17th of this month, so this phone number might be important to you peoples:

(734)255-2865

Use it wisely, young Skywalker.

Lots of ups and downs. My panic about being around people was triggered hardcore this weekend, but it lasted only a day. This is good. Chapter 15 is done and waiting to be typed. Mmmm, gore! And not the one that thinks he invented the internet.

Sleep soon would be good.