14 November 2005
Drink: Earl Grey, hot, dash of nutmeg
Soundtrack: Crossfade - Colors
Weapon of Choice: Thrash Blade with +4 weapon damage. wtfpwnzored.
Man I am over-extended. I took on some freelance work for another local company, and that means supporting the personal computers of the employees as well as their work computers. Its nice supplemental income (better than selling meth, I guess), but there is always something wrong. I have to do research in order to stop the massive amounts of spam they get in their email, and their email is provided by Verizon. Which, many of you know, is just about as stimulating and productive and wrapping your privates around a trailer hitch. I get to call them tomorrow morning to see if they can do any more blocking then they already are, which I am sure will end in fire. Mainly me giving them some fire and brimstone for their time.
So, I started the late shift at my main IT support job, 10:15 - 7pm. I'm not so sure about how it will go, cuz I am used to earlier mornings, but it still pays the bills, so no real complaints here. Been doing a lot of thinking of moving to Chicago. Actually, I know I am moving there with Amanda, I am just contemplating the logistics of the move, getting another job, and all the fun thoughts associated with moving to the city. It will be fun, especially getting a cool place downtown, but it will be stressful and costly as well.
Combine anxious thoughts, over-caffienation, stupid people, scotch on the weekend, and an already crazy individual, and you get me.
To quote ol' Bilbo, I feel like butter spread over too much bread. Seems like there is always something I have to do, and everything is just very complicated. I'm not sad, or depressed, just not really having much time for personal reflection or deep thought. Depriving someone who does that a lot is pretty strange. Kinda like going thru a fog for a week, and not really even noticing time passing. I use deep thoughts, meditation, and philosophic conversation as bookmarks in my life. Meaning, these dialogues punctuate my life, making life feel longer. Well that's about all I have time for. Good luck and good night.
Soundtrack: Crossfade - Colors
Weapon of Choice: Thrash Blade with +4 weapon damage. wtfpwnzored.
Man I am over-extended. I took on some freelance work for another local company, and that means supporting the personal computers of the employees as well as their work computers. Its nice supplemental income (better than selling meth, I guess), but there is always something wrong. I have to do research in order to stop the massive amounts of spam they get in their email, and their email is provided by Verizon. Which, many of you know, is just about as stimulating and productive and wrapping your privates around a trailer hitch. I get to call them tomorrow morning to see if they can do any more blocking then they already are, which I am sure will end in fire. Mainly me giving them some fire and brimstone for their time.
So, I started the late shift at my main IT support job, 10:15 - 7pm. I'm not so sure about how it will go, cuz I am used to earlier mornings, but it still pays the bills, so no real complaints here. Been doing a lot of thinking of moving to Chicago. Actually, I know I am moving there with Amanda, I am just contemplating the logistics of the move, getting another job, and all the fun thoughts associated with moving to the city. It will be fun, especially getting a cool place downtown, but it will be stressful and costly as well.
Combine anxious thoughts, over-caffienation, stupid people, scotch on the weekend, and an already crazy individual, and you get me.
To quote ol' Bilbo, I feel like butter spread over too much bread. Seems like there is always something I have to do, and everything is just very complicated. I'm not sad, or depressed, just not really having much time for personal reflection or deep thought. Depriving someone who does that a lot is pretty strange. Kinda like going thru a fog for a week, and not really even noticing time passing. I use deep thoughts, meditation, and philosophic conversation as bookmarks in my life. Meaning, these dialogues punctuate my life, making life feel longer. Well that's about all I have time for. Good luck and good night.
I'm glad your starting to feel better!
Scotchidy, scotch scotch.
Well, you asked for it. So here it is.
Hello, boys and girls. This is your old pal, Stinky Weaselteats.
This is a song about a whale. No! This is a song about being happy!
That's right! It's the Happy Happy Joy Joy song!
[chorus]
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy!
I don't think you're happy enough! That's right! I'll teach you to be happy! I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs!
Now, boys and girls, let's try it again!
[chorus]
If'n you aint the grandaddy of all liars! The little critters of
nature... They don't know that they're ugly! That's very funny, a
fly marrying a bumblebee! I told you I'd shoot! But you didn't
believe me! Why didn't you believe me?!
[chorus without last line]
Happy Happy Happy Happy
Happy Happy Happy Happy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy!