Today flew by in a frenzy of packing, lifting and moving. And to think, beat as what I am, I’m not even halfway through the process — I’ve yet to complete ‘moving out’, let alone ‘moving in’! Tomorrow night is likely to find me fatigued and sore, irritable and grouchy, and… jubilant. Probably a bit hungry, too. Looking forward to it… :)
So, yeah, two days until I’m in my own apartment; I wish that they would simply elapse already and that it were Monday night, things have magically moved themselves in, and I were typing this from my new computer. Alas, forty-eight hours to go… and even then, I shan’t have an internet connection until Wednesday (hopefully — they’d better show up!)
Anyways, spurred on by a friend’s recommendation and the ultra-cool movie trailer I recently viewed, I picked up the first Hellboy trade paperback this afternoon, “Seed of Destruction. Am about to sit down and indulge, knowing full well that I should be asleep and dreaming.
Ah, the small killings of everyday life…sleep, sacrificed in the name of pop culture wisdom. Wooo!
Two days and counting. Hellboy trailer rules.
EDIT: Those are two entirely separate ideas.
Home, ate lunch. Had coffee. My new hoodie is so stylish; I love it. Off to the bank to change some info (address) and then it’s off to pick up my computer. Will drop it off at home prior to going to dentist for yearly check-up. Am hoping appointment made (2:00PM) actually starts at that time and that I’m home by 3:00PM.
Yeah, right.
In other news, my digestive tract hates Corn Pops.
Friday morning and I was able to sleep in. Why? Because I have no desire to see a keynote speaker ramble on about… nothing? Ever notice how inspirational speakers, keynote speakers, [insert adjective here] speakers all tend to talk in circles and not really say anything of consequence? Yeah, me too, thus explaining my actions this morning.
Woke up totally groggy and right out of it; I distinctly recall, while having a conversation with someone I live with, not being able to remember the word ‘kleenex’. It was as if my mind hadn’t quite snapped out of the paralysis of slumber and was fighting to overcome various numb points in my synaptic structure. It was rather comedic, really; “uh, white stuff…paper…toilet paper, uh…” Yeesh!
Had a peculiar dream last night involving, in a very particular order, public showers with huge windows, horseback riding and bank robbing, computers, copious amounts of ejaculate, bears, rampages, chains and running out of fuel. Don’t strain yourself too hard trying to piece things together, either; as I said, it was a very peculiar dream.
That said, methinks it’s time to get changed and to find some coffee.
My new computer is in! I shall be picking it up tomorrow afternoon. Glee…!
Ok, this may be the coolest thing ever, and I’m not even a fan of the series. Reminds me of those DOOM(2) NightMare! speedruns I’ve grown so familiar with. Very, very neat.
Who’d name their child Fun anyways? And what the hell is a gossamer bush? Why is it pillaged? How would someone pillage a bush, anyways? Tip of the iceberg, I suppose; hint of hull submerged in the sand. I’m feeling nonsensical and damn, it feels fine.
I should be in bed.
A girl named Fun crossed the desert eons ago in search of a thread, finding instead a pillaged gossamer bush.
Results! Artwork for the disc is DONE! I am a happy camper. Will be picking up the set tomorrow, hopefully. More then!
The universe must have a keen sense of karma or something. Today was, by and large, a shitty day. Yet, evening finds me a happy camper. Things just keep getting better and better the longer the day continues…! Latest happy thing is this: there’s a new Nine Inch Nails disc in the making, entitled “bleedthrough”, which should be available quite soon. I suspect it won’t be until spring 2004, but hell, I’ll take it with open arms. Yay!
“Shot, then eaten…”
“What’s the matter with her face?”
“Who?”
Let the above be a warning as to why it’s unwise to half-listen to television conversations mixed with the talk of a bored audience. Absolute hilarity is likely to ensue.
In other news, I’m drinking tea. And it’s good!
Lookit that! Rather than wait around passively for news to come to me, I sent an email just now seeking out the information I desire. The message was directed to the publishing house through whom I am having printed some artwork for a compact disc series; here’s hoping I actually receive a reply this time. The definition of silence can be very difficult to discern.
I was threatened with bodily harm if I didn’t update my blog (ok, I admit: that’s a gross exaggeration), so here I am… updating my blog. Not too much to say, other than, uh, I really wish that companies who promise you a service in a timely fashion would hurry the hell up and deliver said product (this is regarding artwork printing, for those curious) or, at the very least, reply to inquisitive emails. I mean, is that really too much to ask?
Anyways, my plans for the evening include this: waiting for my hair to dry, catching up on a few message boards, and than reading a few dozen more pages in Michael Moore’s latest hardcover. Oh, and maybe the odd round of Bubble Trouble.
Onwards… further back and faster!