Ahhhhhhh. Relaxing at last after being out of the house since a little after six this morning. Gotta love those sixteen-hour days. The trade-off, though, is that we had an improv show this evening, which was one of the best ones we've had this year. I hesitate to pin down an exact reason why, but I reckon a couple contributing factors are A) ( Read more... )

I'm writing a little earlier than usual this evening because I got so frustrated by Dubya's State of the Union Address that I had to try and get my mind on something else. That also explains the hyper-cheery music I've got playing in the background. I was halfway into a huge diatribe when I realized that he's really not worth the effort. But let ( Read more... )

I wonder if anyone's ever done a study comparing the mental state of a person who's had a few beers with that of a person who just got done jogging for an hour. My guess is that they'd have a lot of similarities. After finishing my run this evening, while staggering around the sidewalk in front of my apartment, I realized that A) it would be a ( Read more... )

** Faithful Readers, you're clearly not included in the rant that follows. Just read, enjoy, and sympathize with me ( Read more... )

As much as I love film and books, neither medium does as much for me as music does. I wish I were at all musically inclined, but after eight years of owning a guitar, I can just about pluck out "Ode to Joy" if I concentrate real hard. I suppose it's enough to be an amateur music appreciator, and in that respect I know I've probably got just about ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning feeling like someone had stuffed my lungs with cotton and sheathed my head in Saran-Wrap. Not an altogether pleasant sensation. So I did the sensible thing and called in sick, choosing to infect loads of people in the greater Palm Desert area instead of the delicate teenagers given to my care each day. Suckers ( Read more... )

So I re-read last night's post. What a bunch of self-indulgent, whiny, sissy-boy nonsense. That's the beauty of this journal - I get to do something that will cause me future humiliation. Not that that's a bad thing. Humiliation keeps you grounded, keeps you humble, keeps you from getting too full of yourself. If you haven't been humiliated ( Read more... )

Got pulled into the Border's trap tonight. You know, if I really cared about my finances I'd stop going there every Wednesday night. But go I did, and buy I did, and now I feel slightly better than I did earlier in the evening (it's funny how being a consumer whore has that effect). It's pretty interesting to see how my cd purchases dovetail ( Read more... )

You know what I like about myself? How I manage to make changing my blog address into an item of importance rivaling that of the discovery of King Tut's tomb. It's nice to know that my delusions of grandeur are still perking along quite nicely. At any rate, I like my new digs here at livejournal. Spacious, and with a nice view ( Read more... )