It's 11 o'clock and I'm going stir crazy. I don't want to do anything but I am not content doing nothing. Glad I'm not in Haiti.

I think I am going to make a neat post card for Matthew. If anyone else wants one give me your address. If you are uncomfortable leaving your address on a public forum, feel free to send it to sane_rotation@hotmail.com.

Today I watched a neat old lady I work with have a stroke. She was one of the few people at work I could stand. Now she can't speak in complete sentences. Shitty week.

I need to practice filling out a police report. Here it goes ( Read more... )

Kids are fucking weird. I found Erin's daughter asleep on the living room floor listening to Jarboe. Jarboe gives me the willies. Apparently "Troll" doesn't have the same effect on little girls as it does on everyone else.

I love this translator. So far I have covered Baudelaire, Vonnegut, Kafka, Burroughs, and Dostoevsky. This is C.G. Jung as a 12 year old AOLer ( Read more... )

My dad just sent me a very long, prosey, and insightful e-mail. Apparently I am a wonderful person and I should move to Canada. He thinks I need to escape the prison state that America is rapidly becoming. I think I like him a bit more now ( Read more... )

The upside to working on saturdays is getting paid to update my lj. Even if I have nothing to write about.

I've been having very strange, vivid dreams lately. Last night I had a dream in which Michael was hunting me down with a blow gun. He eventually shot a long hollow needle into my neck. I had to learn how to breathe through it long enough to kill him. I should call him tonight.

Packing, moving, working, fucking, concert-going, walking, bitching, cooking, eating, drinking, reading, smoking. I am so tired. I have no time for sleep until Sunday morning. Damn, looks like I have to skip church that day.