bluebeard

it's interesting how sometimes, when working long shifts and you're tired, fatigued, and caffeined-up, you begin to imagine that you're in some communist art piece glorifying the computer assembly line as as example of community farming, complete with foremans, dredges and shit-sweepers all laughing in unison at jokes noone's been listening to for several hours now. the fluorescent lights above your workbench become some skewed-face malicious moon-creature in geostationary orbit just outside your peripheral vision reminding you that no matter how much you'd rather be somewhere else both you and it are still there.

I'm sleepy and somewhat manic.

I think I'll turn the light off.

(hmm. I had hoped this would turn out more humorous. this entry makes me seem like I'm in a bad mood even though I'm really not.)

heh. christmas cheer?

I suppose I must have been cheerful if I ended up naked on the sidewalk in front of Jason's house.

heh.

You should read this.

fun at work. yippee!

this weekend should be far more entertaining and productive. Tomorrow, laundry and lunch at Brother Juniper's. After that, a trip to the new Goodwill. And, after that, Saturnalia festivities at my house. Even after that, probably the traditional visit to the Metro.

Sunday at some point I'm thinking of getting my labret re-done. Then or the following Sunday -- whichever, we'll see. Puck said if I get it done this weekend he'll go with me; he would like to get another ear piercing at the same time. Again.. we'll see.

I wonder if we're having circle this Sunday.. it's been over a month since we've had one, for various reasons ranging from everyone being out of town, to just bad attitudes. Once again.. we'll see.

I gotta pee.

ugh.

I'm getting sick.

sore/swollen throat/sinus pain, achey muscles, all that.

bleh.

bahahahahahahahaha.

Blood Ninja

Why is it that fags create and listen to the worst music EVER?

(yeah, so someone's been staying with us again, and that someone tends to have the television and stereo on every moment he's awake, and it's the. most. vapid. shit. ever.)

Well, I suppose I was overreacting. Had a groovy weekend just spending time with ink_ling at his place; Monday, got to work and found no work to do. I had a 4-hour day.

Saturday we just hung around, drank, and talked. Sunday, just stayed swaddled in bed all day, only getting on top of the covers at three different points for the obvious reason. :P

Went later to have dinner downtown, saw a band play we didn't expect, played some veeedeeyo games, and wandered alleys. Went home to get really stoned and hang out with the roommates & company. Then, sleep -- and well.

My sleep has gotten 4000% better. Groooove.

Jesus I'm a dry writer.

(sing in key of c, agitato)

lalalalala.

gonna be here 'til after midnight. wheee

gonna be working saturdays in december. wheee

I'm cramping, and my back and feet hurt. wheee

[edit] there's 1100 units on hold, so there is no end in sight. wheee

(repeat until sleep or you get over it, whichever comes first.)

but.. I get lunch in an hour! .. small comfort.

today I shall slightly slack, slinking slowly, surely, shirking for cigarettes.

da.