July 27th, 2004

Typing

Flooded Engine

I felt the headache coming on last night, but did nothing about it.

Bad Idea™.

Woke up with it ten times as bad.  I'm just sitting here, hoping the pain meds do some good sometime in the near future.  This after a night full of strange, vivid, detailed dreams.  Christ, cybernetics cannot become reality soon enough for me; just chop off my arm, give me one that doesn't hurt all the damn time, then put my brain in a jar or something and take the head, too.  But leave the hair, I'm keeping that.  In fact, keep the skin, just swap out the skull for something that doesn't irritate my brain.
  • Current Music
    Royal Crown Revue - Hey Pachuco
Getting Old (Suckage)

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

You know, regardless of how crazy clients can be, contracts can actually be kinda fun.  The down side comes when you have gotten things to the final draft, and now you must wait...and wait...and wait...until some committee gets back to you with the final OK.

Wait...


Wait...


Wait...







Wait...
  • Current Music
    Dropkick Murphys - The Outcast
Cry Blood (Hurt)

I Quit

I'm just going to retreat a little further into my little hole, here.  It's becoming less and less worth it to come out.

Gave up on a "game" today, before it even started.  Just not the same in a forum...

Might get screwed on a recent contract, through no fault of the person who contacted me...stupid corporate power-mongering...

Gonna curl up with The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra and try to cheer up.