08 Saturday.
Dreamed
a lot of and with Seli, running out into the bright undeniability of the
noonday Saturday. Touched base with gypsy prinn Jannie and Olympian cynthia
Winter Bettie. Another awesome pic in my mailbox, a letter, the packet
from my side got mailed t'day - all in all it's a beautiful day (^:
Oh,
and added a new page, which crosses
over the Books Reach For the
Sun and Dream. Here is Into
Summer.
"Sundays are usually easy"
I wanted to say outright. I've changed my mind. The drive always relaxes
me. Other cars faster than yours. Getting there, the sombering effect of
that small waiting room. The toob has cable. Keanu (of all people) playing
a lawyer yelling at Pacino. Good thing I brought my music. I learned from
the last time. (afterwards) I'm getting hungry. I was wondering what time
it was in New York. There were several instances when I almost made the
call. A slight feeling of loss.
A listlessness. Unfinished
business. Outside it was sunny and bright and open. Instead I cocooned
myself into sleep, and dreamed. And woke up not remembering.
Dug into
my bagful of stories - and aired out my laundry in the Sun to dry. And
so now I can breathe easier.
Added
a record TWENTY pages of text, poems, dreams, and stories to the "Scratch
disk", my Sixth Moon purge.
What's
it look outside? Brendan said it best: wind, cold rain, sleet, pitch black
skies. Decided to stop by the cd recyclery and drop a few bucks.
11 Tuesday.
The
Matrix Score by Don Davis actually sucks. Caught up with Stae. This sad
sad bagel for lunch. Achtung, citizens: Phone activity now monitored in
your sector by Big Brother. |...> Whe-ew ! Will nothing
get past these badboys?!? <...| A quick way to
drain your hundred dolla. Added my Winter
haiku to the Scratch disk, laid-out in newsprint stylee. Banality
eating away at me - work, work, and more work concerns. Beginning to sound
like a snow white dwarf... On the lighter side of the news: mudbaths, squishy
tomatoes and ( making a surprise guest appearance
! ) God in the early morning bright-as-red-robin
pick me up. Who <3s
ya ! Better
than your best overdose of stale caffeine :^) 7PM
: sleeker Ona8 has arrived, along
with /reading and /write pages.
12 Mittwoch.
Scams,
scum, and snot. Attack of the bogies. I'll write about it later. Maybe.
Tomorrow'll be better. Apartment search turns up 12 pages of viable options.
13 Thursday.
Cooltrash
gizmo makes for a tent-like contraption - and I sleep a little better.
Dm3 pulling a rockstar move on Golf. Caught
up with Lil, Jen, Art ("roomate wanted? greedy bastid"), said hi to Senga
(:
Jenneary,
Kathy, Vic was holding down the fort. Day starts around noonish and I still
haven't gotten any work done.
The
hunt for a decent apartment's getting real serious, as we have a little
over a month to go and find suitable housing. Art and I (or me and Bart,
coin toss) do the smart thing and go online. Here's our first attempt at
placing an ad
in the classifieds. Well, that and a physical scouting this weekend. How
hard can it be to find a two bedroom | one+ bathroom? Are two minds really
better than one? We'll see.
14 TGiFriday.
The
kuei know exactly when to give in and quit their karmic buggin. Restored
unto me is my spire. The sphinx spoke with rumbling hesitation, and by
no mere chance did I find a trove of arcana: Within the Realm of a Dying
Sun, The Serpent's Egg, and (my personal favorite) Into The
Labyrinth are now mine. As I count the hours until I hold in my hand
the rest: Spiritchaser, Spleen and Ideal, A Passage in
Time, (another) Toward The Within, Aion, and the self-titled
cd. But of course, as any shinma Kuei-Jin with a decent knowledge of the
Mandate Of Heaven would venture - What could this timely benison cunningly
ask in trade for? Finally caught up with Sel. The short end of the Story
of Ten Years. Scooted off, deaded off at the pass by Debbo Egypt and Jenneary,
plus the good cinnamon caffeine.Sombered and somnolent with Brendan's musings
and Lisa's weaving. Added Emmeleia
to Reach For the Sun. Noontime means four more hours. The afternoon: chopped
up and redesigned the main Verg
page
into
subsections the Fae,
the Babes,
the Know, and
my Own. Did updates
on the /reading and /write pages. Quarter til Five - and I'm just
about done.
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Have you been outside at all?
Bright, sunny and cheerful @ 72 and counting, with only the slightest breeze.
A day like this could last forever.
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