Everything feels like an job interview
or it feels like an actual job.
Is it too much to want one aspect of my life to feel like retirement?
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Edit: Upon later thought, the word I was looking for was “vacation.” But Leina’ala’s advice still applies.
1) While ordering the Cloud Cult CD this morning, I figured I would mention how very much I hate the album art.
2) Timoni is the first person I know to make a Threadless submission. I must follow suit. In the meantime, we must all vote for it.
3) Holy moley, this Threadless stuff is getting GOOD.
4) Okay, so I technoratied my own work the other day and found out that a site I designed was a runner up in some guys “best ten sites of its kind.” Which is extremely nice to hear, even though I absolutely despise it and lie about responsibility for the final product on jo interviews.
5) This wasn’t on the internet: I had totally screwed-up dreams about Lost’s John Locke coming for me with his black, black eyes, and I woke up to find Karen’s creepy shadow oozing across the ceiling. There was brief yelling and a muffled cry of “I’m going to find you and squish you, cat!”
I’m getting another one. Lalalalala.
UPDATE:
6) IT’S DR. MCNINJA
7) If there was ever a time to come to Dr. Dremo’s with me, tomorrow is that time.
This has the nicest little opening.
8567 Dellway Lane is no more: The last belonging was moved out today.
Meredith things have been shakeish, but stabilizing.
Tonight: All is calm, as I am hitting up Jenn’s 80s party with my terrible 6th-grade glasses, pink shirt (tucked in of course), and friggin’ huge white headphones. Revenge of the AV nerds. It’s going to be soooooo rad.
Odd: This will be the fourth time I’ve attended Jenn’s party, and the first time I’ve attended unaccompanied. I’m kind of excited.
Karaoke. KARAOKE.
Karen is slowly getting used to the new place…right now, she’s running around like a lump under my nice new comforter. My primary concern is that she remembers the multiple times I’ve shown her the litterbox, and doesn’t decide to find a new spot (comforter) to pee on. Not that she’s been drinking any water. But, she’ll calm down. I woke up at six this morning to find her curling up against me, so, she’s starting to get the hang of this place already. She’s already figured out which areas she’s Not Allowed In, and has developed a keen interest in compromising them.
Tomorrow will be the first day in forevvvvver where I’ll just be able to sleep in. I’ll still wake up at 9 (thanks, internal clock), but it’s the PRINCIPLE that counts.
In my recent exhaustive period of work, I’ve become remarkably efficient: Knocking things off the little to-do list as soon as they go on. Tomorrow, I’ll get carpeting out of the way. Hopefully, I’ll have furniture by last next week.
Still. Work is work, shopping is work, moving is work, painting is work, freelance is work, relationships are work. I just need two solid hours of reading or laying around or something. Hell, even update my paper journal.
My toothbrush tastes really strange today. I keep thinking about that.
I have nothing to blog about. NOTHING.
Won’t someone play this game with me?
I got the shakes. I got’em real bad. 
In this hour of trouble, it’s important to remember:
In the dark lies a secret,
In the mystic seventh black book:
Nekron’s dark words.
Algalord arise, greater than before-
Time of peace, not of war!
Shouts of freedom from the castle’s walls,
Freedom in the land and hope for all…
Into the silent, dark and forgotten caves of Dar-Kunor,
Deep in the secret book is awaiting:
Unholy Warcry.
Now they swore to band together on a sacred journey,
Called by fate, time to be great…Unholy Warcry
(choir) Nekron promised bloody terror,
Bringing death and hate to the new world
From the rocky mountains to the golden sea,
To the barbarians’ sacred hills!
From the icy north and misty lakes,
To the walls of Seth and elvish plains,
All beware!
Torment, pain and bloody rain… Nekron’s resurrection,
They must kill the demon king or fight another war!
CHRISTOPHER LEE:
“Only one person could crossed the darklands sorrounding Hargor and venture forth deep into the caves of Dar-Kunor…
His is a name the world will never forget…He is Dargor!”
He is the chosen one!
He walked out through the darkness, he met the wisdom’s light
Chosen to find the last dark rhymes, the last rhymes of Hell!
There was only one who knew the way,
He lived in the dark, lonely caves,
The demon of the night could save the day,
Should they take a chance or run away…
Dargor was his name!
Rhapsody - Unholy Warcry
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