Never been one to let the carrier drop

Which File Extension are You?

Yep.

I don’t know.

But the next few weeks promise to be… interesting.

S.

A bunch of brig spods are coming to fluffy *bounce*

Sleep seems to again be eluding me. I miss P. horribly. I thought I was over this.

Everything comes in waves.. cycles.. it’s amazing how cyclic the universe is.

We’re playing a house party in Wedgewood tomorrow, and from all appearances it is going to be truly memorable. I just hope it’s not *too* memorable.. some of the described entertainments sound pretty intense. I can’t tell when these people are serious and when they’re joking, but if I come back with my pubic hair dyed and cut in the shape of a question mark, I guess we’ll know the answer to that.

It’ll probably just be a house party like any other, and they’re probably just trying to see how gullible I am. But.. well, you never know. Anyway, it’s another chance for MC to play, and I’m glad of that..

I wish I wasn’t so sad right now.

If it does turn out that LJ leans left, I find that very amusing. So literate people who aren’t afraid to share their lives with strangers are leftist? Imagine that!

It appears Chickenhead/Tony is going to make good on the generator. They’re paying me back on a 5 month schedule.

S.

This morning seems to be harder morning to wake up than most. I got awoken by a phone call at 9:40.. I haven’t checked my voicemail yet, but I can rest assured that it’s the Phoenix people.

I don’t know what to do about them. They seem to have fallen into this mode where they believe I work for them and they are my top priority.. when in fact neither of these things is true. The temptation to scream ‘leave me alone’ at them is very real.. but yet, it’s really not their fault. They’ve been asked to do something they don’t have the resources (or, I would argue, the knowledge at times) to do..

I don’t know. I’ll call them back when I wake up a little more. At least my dreams last night didn’t feature spiders. [My dreams the night before did, in fact.. feature really big spiders, and P.. they were not happy or pleasent dreams]

I did finally take P. off my journal friends list. Her latest post was about her plethora of activity partners.. and aside from mentioning Justin, and in the initial-style that she used to mention me in, which upset me, it also felt like a criticism of me that I never did anything, or something, which upset me further. So I did the sane thing and clicked delete.. and that upset me too, but at least now I can look at my friends page without fear. In a month or so I’ll probably re-add her. When I’m over all this.

This is taking longer than it really should to get over, IMHO..

I’m also really tired of tiptoing around *myself* for fear of offending myself.. I mean, last night I apologized to Jessie for not being able to pick up his system today, despite the fact that I had zero advance notice and would have been doing him a huge favor. This is *pathetic*. Where did my spine go, and can I buy a synthetic one?

Last blackberries of the summer
Bittersweat, like my memory
A time to push things forward
A time to let things be
I build forward from each moment
Looking up into october skies
Time to lay this dream down to rest
It hurts, like all goodbyes

(chorus)

But there’s a time to turn backwards
And a time to look ahead
Taste the last drops of sunshine
Kill the ghosts in my head

Last kisses from a lover
Bittersweet, like all we see
Touch etched forever in motion
Love’s sweet sweat in memory
Turn to face the horizen
Of the things still left undone
Wish her happiness forever
And wish me healing, for the next one..

(chorus)

First smile from a new friend
Know it’s time to open up and fly
My life will move ever onwards
Hard as it is to say goodbye
With each new face I encounter
I fear the loss of my past
But my true friends always come around
Love is the only thing that lasts

(bridge)

Until we die
No need to say goodbye
Sometimes have to hide our faces
Sometimes hurts too much try
Until tomorrow
I’ll be standing in the rain
Sun sets on this love
But I can hold up..
And I can learn to love again..

(chorus)

that 4 1801s are just about the same length as a bed, when placed end to end..

I wonder what that would be like..

The lack-of-sleep is returning. I think I got about 5 hours last night.. But I’ll survive.. 5 hours still beats the heck out of last week..

My boss is having all sorts of problems with other people on the team. I’m behind, but getting caught up.

Depleted Uranium is turning into a *KICKASS* track.. it’s a little slow @ 120 BPM, but it’s soooo pretty.. it’s a track I’ll be proud to see my name attached to.