I was just sent home from work.

I read the paper last night, post-sinus headache thing and played solitaire.  Not the computer version.  The real one, with cards.

that should illustrate the past 2 weeks of my life for you.

I'm not complaining.  But seeing another human being outside of work would be nice.  Maybe we'd talk about each other's days or maybe talk about the ending ( Read more... )

72nd street became 81st yesterday. In the rain ( Read more... )

Finally my three day weekend has reared its head ( Read more... )

We painted a room today; painted it an off-white that actually looked more like peach. Oh and then Hank called me into his office to tell me that now Beth isn't wanting to come into work because of me. First Aly, now Beth. What a fucking surprise. Funny how when I did this, no one threw a fit. Not Bob. Not Hank. And now that a whopping 2 ( Read more... )

slept-smoked-saw Garden State-got laid-ate spaghetti-did laundry-watched Secretary-slept some more-and called my dad. That was my weekend ( Read more... )

I moved today. Into my new room.

oh, and stop by http://www.galloappreciation.com for a fun little treat.

Seeing this shrink tomorrow should be fun. Think of all the things we'll have to talk about. We could discuss my anxiety attacks that don't happen anymore, or the fact that I've officially stopped caring about my health and have begun proceedings on dropping my neurosis. Maybe we'll heart to heart about my moodswings that no one sees and then ( Read more... )

I just watched Capturing the Friedmans for the first time, just now.  I feel fucked up.

Today was a another schism.  In my group of film student friends -the people I hang out with, work with, talk with, laugh with- Evan Dalcher and myself were the only two people who hadn't gotten their thesis film idea.  Today, that broke.  Evan broke it.  We ( Read more... )

I busted slate today. With a hammer and a crowbar. For 6 hours. And my arms were numb from the clanging and the sound of metal on metal. I cut my hands up and stood, like a lemming, in the middle of the floor, surveying the busted slate and glue torn panels, and drifted ( Read more... )