Testing open relays. I can dig this. Out of money until Friday. My Sifu is going to kill me.

I want to apologize to everyone for leaving early last night from Spiral. My stomach was attempting to invert itself, and my intestines were following suit.

Now that you’re entirely grossed out… heh. I got my Transformers packed yesterday and the Tales from the AfterNow CD’s made. They were pretty popular. After dropping one off at ‘s desk, I’ve only got two left from the ten I made. is buying me more labels so that I can make some more CD’s. Full swing production. Heh.

Perhaps I should contact Ex Libris Nocturnis to find out if they ever plan on posting the piece I sent them.

I also need to call the power company to make sure that the power is going to be turned on on Saturday.

You know, if artists refuse contracts from any label that is associated with the RIAA in any way, the companies that fund the RIAA go out of business and then the RIAA goes away. Thought.

Solution to tilty world:

Go and challenge the gods while doing kung fu exercises while a thunderstorm rolls in.

Addendum to addendum:

I can’t beleive how cold the raindrops are. I can’t beleive how good they feel.

Rumination.

I hope my good friend doesn’t fuck things up with another friend, whom I’ve just brought in to the LJ community. She’s a little shy, but eventually she might open up some of her posts. Hopefully she’ll start commenting, too. :) She’s .

I’ve gotten quite a bit accomplished today. I have two sandwiches in the fridge in the other building and chicken I can make at home. My cupboard has little bugs, which I’m not happy about. I’ve thrown out all my old food that I was keeping around for no reason, and plan to go from this apt to the next with *no* food, just to make sure whatever’s at the current place doesn’t follow me.

This feels so much like the Lair. And Scott was so full of promises that it wouldn’t end up that way. *sigh*

I need to pack tonight, and then do my kung fu exercises. I need to burn more of the Sean Kennedy Chronicles to CD to spread this goodness around (with his full permission).

I feel kind of… empty.

It’s kind of hard for me to think this morning. I don’t have work until noon, so I’ve got a little free time to post something.

For some reason, Beal Gardens seeemed overly populated last night. People sitting at the benches, biking through once in a while. It’s never that occupied that late at night. That, and there seemed to be a strange partial power outage on campus.

Overall, it was a good day yesterday. Aaron the Shaman *snicker* was in town, and Ryan was at the coffee shop too.

I think I’ll post more when I’ve had some caffeine.

It seems that the floodgates have been opened.

Last week, I finished the introduction/prelude chapter (if you can call six pages a chapter) of the fiction that I’m writing.

I’m almost finished with page six of chapter one. I’m typing up what I wrote at the diner, and will most likely elaborate upon it while I’m here in the MSU Union computer lab.

I think that my back may be getting more curved, and this worries me.

“If this is your first night, you have to fight.”

Men In Black 2 rocked.

My throat is dry from talking and laughing. I did too much, but I can’t resist making her laugh.

Last goth night at Spiral is on Tuesday. She wants to come and bring her friends from work.

I move on Saturday, and she wants to help.

I hugged her and worried if she was real.

Today has been nice. Filled with blasts from the past and thoughts about the future.

I’m concerned about , and I’m trying to kick this Linux GUI-based CDR program into gear. It’s being stubborn.

I’m looking forward to Saturday.