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!

My parents got me a “chili kit” for Christmas. This included hot sauce, chili powder, oyster crackers, and two “Hot! Chili”” crocks with handles. Since I have hamburger and some canned stewed tomatoes, I decided tonight might be a good night to break out the chili.

Each piece of the set was glued to the plastic in the back of the box. Even the oyster crackers. And the seasoning. The seasoning packet was not as strong as the glue. The seasoning packet exploded when I pulled on it. Yup. Straight out of a Swedish Chef scene. Only replace the cheerful “bork, bork, bork!” with “FUCK!”.

I was able to salvage most of the powder, and piece together the recipe from the torn bits of package. The glue was placed RIGHT on the directions on the packet. I don’t have all the ingredients, but when has that stopped me before? Hee hee! If I’m going to get streaked with orange powder, I sure as hell am going to make that chili.

Post-unfolding. I feel powerful. I feel that my priorities are my own and are finally, finally, finally in the order that I want them in.

In another note, I keep dreaming of being part of the Seanchan Empire in different positions (da’covale, soldier, raken rider, etc). That’s three nights of no stomach pain and three nights of vivid dreams. That I remember. In a row. With that whole opening up to myself thing stuck in the middle. How much is related to finally starting Crossroads of Twilight today and how much is related to spiritual growth?

I rocked out on catching up on reading for my class yesterday. Today, I finish the rocking out.

Off to TDC to look for jobs I might not despise.

Yoinked from and .