A handsome piece of deformity.

Ever have one of those sudden, acute and intense moments of focused happiness? I did, just a moment ago. The catalyst for my glee was, oddly enough, a mirror. There I was, good ol’ me, grinning back at me. A thought flashed through my mind: she loves me. She loves me, despite my goofy grin, my messy hair, my apathy towards shaving. Despite my personality quirks, penchant for naps, and fondness of expensive and shiny objects, she loves me.

I’m still smiling, and with damn good cause. I love you too, dear.

Headache comes and goes, peaking and tapering off alternately like some bizarre… erectile stalagmite, or something. Anyways, yeah. Not feeling particularly verbose this evening, due to the fact that my thoughts are cramped by my aching head.

Um.

I’m in love. :)

/me nominates self for Non Sequitur Award. Thank you, thank you.

Neglected opportunity to see Kill Bill Vol. 1 for a second time tonight in favour of staying home and nursing my headache. Oh foul, foul headache — away with ye! Begone, I says, begone.

X(

Long weekends bring out the lazy in me. Only just now, after being ‘off’ for nearly forty-eight hours, have I actually done something work related. Yay me! More pathetic still is that, even on a long weekend, I even feel obligated to be doing work. Love that chosen profession — no really, I do. Argh.

Started to get DOOM-related urges again. Specifically, woke up this morn with an appetite for editing. Was all set to do so, to polish off a map that’s been sitting 80% complete on my DOS partition for months, when I remembered why I stopped in the first place: my CD drive, the one with the external ‘play’ button, stopped working. Meaning no music whilst editing. And damnit, there’s only a few things I do without music.

(re-reading that last sentence — it came off as being more pointedly sexual than intended. Oops, there I go again)

Anyways, sitting here, rotting my mind to an old Rammstein disc that I forget I had (hey, I can’t listen to Coil and Navicon Torture Technologies all the time — a diet needs cheese; may fire up some Cex or something after). Mind you, who the hell am I defending my tastes against? Suppose I should just recognize that I’m not an elitist wanker (I’m just an elitist, thanks) when it comes to music. Ok, so I’m not even an elitist. I’m just pretentious. And sometimes a wanker.

Waiting for turkey to finish baking, mouth-watering, and still craving DOOM. May crumble and purchase an old 486DX4 in the next few weeks (which’ll likely stretch to months, years, decades…) or something, you know, build myself a dedicated DOS box. We shall see.

End of the day. Long weekend. Heeeee. :)

Got ahold of a realtor today about him looking into finding me space to live in. He doesn’t do rentals, though was kind enough to recommend a few places in the area that he’s heard good things about. I shall investigate the leads offered, to be sure, though I shall also be contacting another realtor in the hopes that he (she) will be able to find me something to my precise specifications.

Oh, and people wearing perfume shouldn’t be allowed to use public phones. Picked up a line in the library to make a call and was overwhelmed by the mark of the individual who last used it. I just pray that the smell hasn’t attached itself to me; I don’t want to be smelling and smelling of sickly-sweet scent for the rest of the bloody day. Gah!

It’s been a few days since the last post, and here I am, at work, suddenly struck with the need to update me blog. So, I load it up, log in, and realize that I’ve really not a helluva lot to say. But hey, that’s not stopped me before — I’m stubborn, and damnit, I’ll bloody my head before I let that wall stop me.

So…

Seen a few movies this week. 1.5 movies, to be exact. Wait, you say, how does one seen a movie-and-a-half? Simple. Saw a flick with my father on Tuesday, forgettable to the point of not warranting mention by name, and half a movie last night with mine lover. Said half-movie was one I was given free passes for: the not-yet-released remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Ending up leaving halfway through due to empathy-induced nausea, which I’m sure the movie-makers fully intended. Hats off to them for making a very convincing and tension filled show. Look forward to seeing the other half when it hits video.

Whilst on the subject of movies, am seeing Kill Bill tonight. Should be fun. Gotta love kung fu and Tarantino.

In other news, had myself a really neat dream last night. I was in this huge stadium, packed with people, to see Coil playing live. Somehow managed to find my way on stage prior to the show starting (yet the place was packed beyond measure — odd, yes?), which was centrally located, only to be escorted off-stage by no less than the members of the band disguised as security personnel. The dream than took a philosophical turn, wherein the rest was spent speaking to Jhon Balance about symbols, power, and powerful symbols — not to mention that symbols have only as much power as what we give them.

It was neat. And I’m (not?) tired this morning (haven’t made up my mind yet, though suppose that if fatigue is a mental state I’m better off thinking positive), despite a late night last night and an early rise this morn (though, my love, I did manage to squeeze in a bit of extra sleep — it is Friday, afterall). Anyways, I’m off! Ta!

I’ve no idea how I did it.

The first two years of my career were spent staying up until 12:30 or even as late as 1:30 AM. These days I’m in bed by 11PM, or shortly thereafter, and wake up feeling rested yet ‘empty’ — I don’t know how else to describe it. What’s it take to get a good sleep, to wake up ready to tackle the day?

Yeesh.

Here’s hoping it’s simply a matter of time and self-adjustment.

Done marking. Munching an apple, listening to Novy Svet, and noodling about the computer prior to painting plates.

Procrastinating. Mind’s stuck on Gaiman and Lynch.

Specifically, just re-read “The Wolves in the Walls” and longing to start “Stardust,” yet have marking to accomplish. Have a yen to re-watch “Lost Highway” thanks to my having re-listened to the soundtrack for said movie in its entirety a few times in the past twenty-four hours.

Pisses me off now though, and one of the reasons I am procrastinating at the moment, is that I hate marking without a musical accompaniment. Said accompaniment is rather difficult to have in place given the presence of a sleeping and sick sibling upstairs. Perhaps some droning, beatless ambience — something akin to Inade, Troum, or Yen Pox — is in order, though I’ve really an urge to listen to something a tad more aggressive; Bad Sector, perhaps, or maybe the new Iszoloscope on Ant-Zen.

Yarn. Good morning. Class starts in a handful of minutes. Quick note… um. Hmmm. Nothing to really say. Slept well, though as per the usual, was sourly disappointed to wake up when I did.

No, wait. Scratch that. I wasn’t disappointed about waking up. Rather, I was disappointed at having to get up when I did, especially when my bed was so warm and toasty.