Doin' Fine on Cloud Nine
Aug. 30th, 2001 03:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoMy friend Sparky the Inflatable Marmoset took me to task for writing boring journal entries. And it's true, the last one was more of an attempt to not go a week between writing because that's an indication that I'm getting depressed. Barring any other options, I sometimes think that maybe if I eliminate all the symptoms of a condition I can somehow trace them back to the cause, like some sort of Holmesian deductive salmon returning to the headwaters to spawn. Except that it's sort of an anti-spawning, really.
Michael's temp job at Sony is still dangling in front of me, inspiring me to movement in the mornings. I finally forged a cover letter I like.
And the next step toward a license has been taken. I called Allied and told them to come pick me up for a lesson. Wednesday at noon. Just hours before I'm supposed to run a game. I get the impression that next week's game session will center around horror. But I was good, I got all the way through the call and didn't hang up on them or anything. And I won't take anything sharp with me on the lesson. If I attack the instructor it'll just have to be with my bare hands.
I've been ripping mp3s to my hard drive for what seems like months but is probably more like a couple of weeks. I've been fussy about what gets saved and what doesn't, trying to trim out the stuff that I really don't care if I ever hear again. (And I'm a big snob so I'm sure there's a lot of that.) Last night I glanced at the stats and realised that if I started playing my collection right now, it would finish playing right around the time my wonderful housemate would be getting up for work on Monday if it weren't Labor Day. It'd be like a VH1 special!
So there it is, a quick look beyond my schedule and into my head. And just remember Nietsche's bit about the Abyss. (No, he did not say that he liked the Director's Cut better.)
Michael's temp job at Sony is still dangling in front of me, inspiring me to movement in the mornings. I finally forged a cover letter I like.
And the next step toward a license has been taken. I called Allied and told them to come pick me up for a lesson. Wednesday at noon. Just hours before I'm supposed to run a game. I get the impression that next week's game session will center around horror. But I was good, I got all the way through the call and didn't hang up on them or anything. And I won't take anything sharp with me on the lesson. If I attack the instructor it'll just have to be with my bare hands.
I've been ripping mp3s to my hard drive for what seems like months but is probably more like a couple of weeks. I've been fussy about what gets saved and what doesn't, trying to trim out the stuff that I really don't care if I ever hear again. (And I'm a big snob so I'm sure there's a lot of that.) Last night I glanced at the stats and realised that if I started playing my collection right now, it would finish playing right around the time my wonderful housemate would be getting up for work on Monday if it weren't Labor Day. It'd be like a VH1 special!
So there it is, a quick look beyond my schedule and into my head. And just remember Nietsche's bit about the Abyss. (No, he did not say that he liked the Director's Cut better.)