So my cell phone works again, and I'm still healthy. Things could be worse, and as bleak as it sounds, its the first thing i think when i wake up. Oh I enjoy the days as they pass by. I read, and think, and dear lord do i smoke my pipe as I sure as i breath. But I worry about this transition I'm feeling ( Read more... )

poke ( Read more... )

To myself ( Read more... )

I survived.  I mean, it was goign to be bad, i knew it, but still, I can't believe i made it ( Read more... )

Today.  today i called about a rom for rent.  that was noonish.  Got no answer, left a message.  And felt ignored.  Its a frustrating feeling when you want to get something done, and the world acts like a strong wind you have to walk into.  I then packed up a few things, and took a trip down to starbucks, where I had only a little time to myself.  ( Read more... )

Things are prgressing.  Moving.  ebbing.  being remeraly good.  The daily comute to work is killing me, makeign me sick, and complain.  But other than that it's swell.  Very pritty ( Read more... )

So the meetign wasinteresting.  Basicaly we went over selling tecniques to use, how to do all this tech stuff in Real-time.  Like, Live, on the floor, right now, Lets fix this PC.  Kinda attitude. Again, this is a radical change they're trying to impliment, so I understand the nessecity to have everone o nthe same page, yet it still feels half- ( Read more... )

So yesterday was special.  I had that interview.  I worked till 10:45, then biked home in the only downpour all day, then tried not to get hypothermia by imediatly shedding all of my clothes,  Now've pulled an all nighter, it's 6:34 and I'm getting a ride to NH for my meeting which starts @ 9am, and ends @ 1pm ( Read more... )

I was trying to post this yesteday, but my internet connectivity prevented me from doing so.  thus here is yesterdays post, today.  Hurrah!Well today, or rather in 1:45min, I have my interview with Mel at *$.  It's going to be a brease.  Basicaly what i think we're going to go over are specifics like hours, wages, what she wants/expects.  She did ( Read more... )

So and ending to this day came.  I do just what i set out to do.  Biked with the front wheel in hand to concord, fixed the flat, biked to work, biked back, again with wheel in hand, in black, and headphones...  ...and when i look at my sad bike there, sitting against the stone wall, drapped in leaves, I get this sickening feeling.  I look closer ( Read more... )