I ran into tons of past cow-orkers from CoreComm at Lou and Harry’s today. I’m actually getting work done, no matter how much it makes me wince. Picking and choosing what I do is only going to put off the stuff I don’t really want to do, but it at least lets me tolerate what I’m doing.

Looks like and will be up on Saturday, which makes me grin big. Gods, what a jam-packed weekend. Premeire tonight. Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Aforementioned company and Demon: The Fallen game on Saturday. I might actually be able to breathe on Sunday. That’s my novel-day. I’m going to breathe, listen to music, and write my novel. Then back to the grind on Monday.

Interspersed in all of that, I need to:

• Finish Crossroads of Twilight
• Write more letters (two were sent out today)
• See if I can get that scrabble program working on my mac.
• Grocery shop
• Re-assemble my PC
• Write and send out bills
• Reply acidly to the form letters I received from my governmental representatives

One of these days, I’ll catch up.

I made a protest sign yesterday at Green Spiral. It said “MUZZLE THE SHRUB”. Hee hee! The other good phrase I came up with (probably already used by someone else) was “We are not the world’s police”. That one didn’t get put on a sign, though.

is hard to wake up in the morning when she doesn’t have to be anywhere in particular. Not as bad as , but pretty bad.

Nummy Dew.

I should keep ripping my CD collection to mp3. Music good.

There seems to be a recent tendency for people she doesn’t like to post comments in ‘s journal, and it has fussed her greatly. A lot of high spikes in both her and my fuss-meters lately. Maybe a night apart is in order soon. Re-affirmation that we are independent entities, and not just a couple. Tonight would seem to be the best night for that. Thursday and Friday will be good to spend together, I think.

Update: I may be being selfish and craving her presence, or I may want to help de-fuss her, but I’ve changed my mind, and don’t think the best idea is a night apart for tonight.

I am apparently the professor’s favorite in my Buddhism class. I rocked out the reading, quizzes, etc. I have a paper due Monday that I’m seriously going to rock out. Maybe I should think about going back to school full-time. No boss or full-time job to worry about would be nice. Exercising my brain more often would be nice too.

I am even more disgusted than ever at my job. I just feel dirty and harassed. Still, I will grin, do my job, and say, “Yes, sir” and “would you like to buy a prepaid service contract?” and look for other jobs and read my Wheel of Time books and write my novel and be me.

Update: Theio’s gyro is not as good as Lou and Harry’s gyro. However, Theio’s is a much better place to sit and read. I think I’ve killed the wait staff over the last two days by not ordering a bacon burger.

I found a community. Looks like extremely low traffic. Damn their addiction to IRC.

I found an evil test.

How evil are you?

I found that I am good at winging chili recipies.

I found a spiritual version of trickle-down economics. I found that this is giggle-inducing.

I found a new email from in my inbox. I found amusement once again, that I’m friends with so many of her ex-flings/boyfriends.

I found annoyance at form-letters from my governmental representatives that ignore half of my points.

I found that mutt open in a terminal window in OS X 10.2 is pleasantly clashing.

“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose… The wind was not a beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.” – The Wheel of Time novel series, by Robert Jordan

On a completely different note, I sent this in an email today:

Order of Drache, Guardian
Order of Drache, Healer

Yay, vague!