October 4th, 2002

Typing

Whatta Night

Not a good night for sleeping. 2:30, I'm awake. 3:30, I'm awake. 5:00, I'm awake, at which point I said to Hell with it...got in a couple more good hours of reading ("Black House" is excellent, by the way) before alarms got everyone else up. Maybe I'll take a nap this afternoon, we'll see.

I should finish up the logo for the first contract today, but I may just put it off until tomorrow. Nothing would happen today anyway. Speaking of which, on the second contract, I got a tad annoyed with all the bullshit, and sent a nice little e-mail which said that we had a deal, so I was sticking to it, but if this kind of stuff was in any more contracts I'd charge twice as much (all of course stated in the strictest PC Corporate Bullshit-ese). I discovered today that the recipient is A)not mad about the mail and B)very happy with my work, ethics, and behavior (never let anyone tell you that HOW you phrase somethng is more important than what you say). So that's all good.

I need to call AT&T as well, and see about getting cable 'Net installed. The bullshit with connections yesterday just fuels me to get off my ass and do it. Hell, I have a list sitting here staring me in the face of things to do, most of which are just personal projects anyway.

Onward, he said...
  • Current Music
    Megadeth - Crush 'Em
Worship Chaos

Temperature

Di is the one that gets cold at the slightest draft. Me, cold just doesn't tend to affect me; I'm the one that took the boys out in 9 inches of snow to play, wearing a t-shirt. I love the cold, and this dragging warm spell going on in the Northwest was just ungroovy, as far as I was concerned.

Needless to say, the day I walked out of the apartment and realized that it was cool enough that I could pull out 'the jacket' was a good day. Quite happily, he visited the open air a couple days ago, and it just feels so good to get him back. I'm looking forward to the leather trenchcoat coming out of storage, too..but this is THE JACKET.

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  • Current Music
    Metallica - Of Wolf And Man
Typing

I Finally Know What's Wrong WIth Me

Talking with Di last night, I mentioned that in a convo yesterday, Isaac declared me a 'Freudian nightmare'. And it's true, my mind is a scary place that I have learned how to deal with for the most part. I had a psychologist a few years back tell me that I was possibly lying to him, or that it was also possible I was dangerously schizophrenic, and should be locked up. Maybe, maybe not, but I'm fun and interesting, so who cares? But, as we talked, we decided what my problem REALLY is. I surround myself with problems that drive me crazy and hurt, but I don't actually get off on them. Instead, I feel like I'm doing what I should. Even so, I keep doing it. My problem finally has a name: we decided I'm a Compulsive Schizoid Masopath.

I can live with that.
  • Current Music
    Jimmie's Chicken Shack - High
Typing

Industrial Thoughts

Am I the only person who thinks Rammstein should bill themselves as "Laibach for the New Millenium"? DOn't get we worng, I like the guys.

In other news, who can tell me where the line "Someone, somewhere, wake me up" comes from?