I woke up way too late again. I’ve realized that I, weather through fault of body or mind, will take as much sleep as I can absolutely get, no matter what the consequences. This means, I think, that I’m going to have to start setting an alarm, even on the weekends.

I still haven’t been able to track down my car stereo face. Neither KFC in Ionia nor the theater in Lowell have found it. Which means that it’s either been thrown away in one of those two places, or I’ve left it at Eric’s place. I’m currently waiting to hear back from Eric. I really don’t want to have to order a replacement stereo face already just because I’m a damn doofus.

Yesterday, I read the first part of the reading for my paper, and I’ve got 4 Maccabees (from the Apocrypha) pulled up in another web browser window. Once I finish reading that, I’m going to go upstairs (I’m in MSU’s Union lab right now) and outline my paper. Then I’m going to come back down here and write the damn thing.

Ham and cheese sammiches are good, especially with a glass of milk to wash it all down with.

This is why I say that people that think as I do need to get their hands dirty and get involved in the government.

The RIAA is an independant company. Not a part of the government. It “represents” major recording labels, and through them, the artists that are signed. That’s a bunch of bullshit. Talk to an artist on a major label, or read any interview with them about their cut of album cash. It’s a seriously retarded ratio, because everybody’s got a hand in the pot.

Now, the Librarian of Congress has decreed that a 0.07 cent (that’s 7 hundredths of a cent) per user per listener fee be payed by web broadcasters. That’s commercial webcasts. Noncommercial broadcast stations get reduced rate of $.0002/performance for archived programming and first two side channels (down from CARP’s recommended $.0005). There is, however, still a minimum $500 a year royalty charge.

Who gets this money? Stations like IPM play ZERO RIAA artists. Do they still have to pay the RIAA? And how the FUCK does that work?!

I know assloads of smart people. Some of them are even charismatic. Why the hell are we not getting involved? Lack of cash? Fuck that, go grassroots. Lack of motivation. Well, shit. Useless Megacorporation from the Land of Stupid just squashed webcasting like a bug.

Fuck it. I’m going to have to become a politician. I’m already fat and white, that’s two aspects of the system I can twist to my favor, then demolish once I get in.

Tomorrow:

• Work from 9 am to 6 pm.
• Have lunch with Genny at the Chinese restaurant near work, noon.
• Right after work, go to Eric and Beck’s apartment. Avoid the grimness they’re tossing back and forth. Analyze (that sounds so cold) the possibilities with Amanda, Beck’s friend.
• Fit in a lease-signing appointment if I can.

Saturday:

• Get brakes fixed.
• Last paper for class.
• LARP

Sunday:

• Begin packing

Monday:

• Turn in paper in class
• Work
• Study for final
• Kung Fu lesson

And of course, I will do my Kung Fu exercises every day. And I will write some in my fiction every day. Strange contact from an old friend today, and I find myself missing and .

The PC, it’s accessories, and my extra case will be packed in Kinko’s boxes tonight. As well as most of the stuff in the desk. I find myself wanting to take the heavy bitch with me, because it’s huge enough for my 21″ monitor.

I’m worrying about money again.

I’ve been approved on the apartment. I need to leave a message that I’d like to make an appointment to sign a lease ASAP.

I need batteries to test out this Discman.

The is doing his best to help me acheive one of my dreams, and I can’t thank him enough for it.

I am so close to finishing that debt off. So close to accomplishing such a major goal. Why am I tormenting myself about it?