The Saturday after Ash Wednesday
Remember that time I dreamed I was running for president? No? Well I do. I went door to door handing out cigarettes. Well, I don't really remember hiring him, but I just dreamed that my campaign manager got back to me with some sweet campaign materials. There were individually-wrapped cigarettes with my name and platform printed on them, and the same thing with gum for the non-smokers. There were also some real hep T-shirts. The sight of it made me want to actually run for office, I tell ya.
Hourly Comics Day
"You also have the privilege of licking ice cream off a baby." -Christian!, 01/30/2008
So I wanted to learn to draw before Hourly Comic Day. Well, that may not have happened, but I'm going to try it anyway. Next step: try not to get fired for doodling on the job.
Possible methods: Don't doodle on the job.
Saturday
My knee was bothering me a little last night when I left for the Critical Mass. After six miles, it wasn't too bad, probably because I stopped partway along to buy a bike seat post, which enabled me to sit down while pedaling. After three and a half hours of dancing and otherwise rocking out to the Polkaholics (who may well be the best bar band I've ever seen -they made me wonder why I ever stop listening to polka long enough to listen to anything else), I was conscious of it, but not feeling like it was in bad shape. I did leave early -that is, during the fourth of four consecutive sets- but because I felt as though I was falling asleep on my feet and knew I wanted to bike home. After riding the six miles home, I was probably treating the knee a little gingerly, but too tired to really make note of it. After getting fourteen hours of sleep, I am trying to do laundry, and I wince with every stair on my way to and from the basement.
But hey, "Jolly James" Wallace told me I was the best dancer in the bar. And unlike usual, I had some competition.
Thursday
I broke a tiny bottle today. That's not a metaphor, it actually happened. No idea how I managed to break a fairly thick-walled, inch-long bottle on a thickly carpeted floor, but there you have it.
You know, I had my favorite actresses all picked out. I thought I was too old to be having new celebrity crushes. But I gotta say, even Christina Ricci, this Mary-Louise Parker is giving her a run for her money. That thing she does with her eyes.... man. So hot.
So hot.
a short time later
I suspect that I am in a heightened emotional state.
Alternate explanations: Full of chymicals?
Second Sunday after Epiphany
AGH HATE DIURNAL SCHEDULE.
I (barely) managed to dodge two new life goals this weekend, but now I think I may have to move to Alaska, or some other place where I can literally live in constant darkness. I work during the day, and even if I didn't, classes are all during the day and OH MY STARS do I hate being awake during the day and asleep at night, especially being awake during the hours between seven and fourteen, especially during the winter ESPECIALLY if I find myself needing to walk, drive, or cycle southward BECAUSE accursed sunlight augh augh augh HATE. And I do travel south every weekday this winter at approximately ten-twenty AND I HATE IT.
I will live in the frozen north and I will not care about having to use a satellite Internet connection or how much it costs to heat my domicile or that no one will ever want to visit me. Actually, I would care that no one would ever want to visit me, but no one visits me living in a major metropolis smack in the center of the nation, so I think I could deal.
At least I'm learning to draw. And I patched those pants. And there's bread on the counter to savagely devour for breakfast. Truly, I am blessed. Just also, you know, really annoyed right now also.
Friday
After spending much of the past two nights immersing myself in the works of John Campbell, I've decided to learn to draw comics by Hourly Comic Day. I mean, I wanted to anyway.
I saw the future. I don't remember what it was, but it wasn't good. I'm not going to worry about it.
Also I should file my taxes, but I think I'll just go to work. And to class on Tuesday. And to bed right now.
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