I wanna be sedated.
Apr. 17th, 2001 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoSo 9th Moon just sent me mail asking why I don't put up a new journal entry, and my mom is a little peeved because I keep calling the house (for the first time in months) and it's not to talk to her. But I survived The Grand Federal Tax Fiasco, and I'm doing pretty well in the FrameMaker class. (The class is making me want to make a book for my Tarot RPG and an instruction manual for this chess variant called Fweeps.
Still nothing on the job front, and the income thing sucks a whole lot still, but folks went through a lot of effort last night to keep me from self-destructing, so if nothing else I suppose I owe it to them to keep at it.
I think that my friend Larry should meet my friend Tony. They remind me a lot of each other, and I want to arrange a meeting between them and see if the Blinovitch Limitation Effect knocks them across the room.
I can't think of anything else to say on the moment, except that I hope this meets expectations, and I promise to post again soon. (:
Still nothing on the job front, and the income thing sucks a whole lot still, but folks went through a lot of effort last night to keep me from self-destructing, so if nothing else I suppose I owe it to them to keep at it.
I think that my friend Larry should meet my friend Tony. They remind me a lot of each other, and I want to arrange a meeting between them and see if the Blinovitch Limitation Effect knocks them across the room.
I can't think of anything else to say on the moment, except that I hope this meets expectations, and I promise to post again soon. (:
Mom
Date: 2001-04-18 01:57 am (UTC)