copafeelia

Ah - Cheap Trick is the perfect remedy for a shitty day. But lo- there be big changes on the horizon mateys. I've been given a way out of my awful job. I talked to the general manager and because of my loyalty to the company (heh) for the past seven years - yes, seven - I am being give a safety net if I fear that my current condition is making work difficult. I do believe this is their way of saying they don't want to take another chance on me suddenly disappearing for two weeks in the middle of an issue. So yeah - that would be kind of illegal to get rid of me for a diagnosed mental illness. So they word it in a nice way - and they're no fools. Everyone knows I hate, hate, hate my editor and she hates me. So what happens is I'm free to come and go as I please while doing odd editorial jobs for another one of our magazines while I look for another job. If it takes six months - if it takes a year, they will continue to pay me and let me wallow in the benefits I need to keep me medicated. Not a bad deal. Maybe my ulcer will dissapear finally with that passive agressive mean-spirited twat out of my life for good. Of course now I have to begin looking for another job. I don't know if I can hack it as a journalist anymore - especially for trades. Should I try my hand at something new? Teaching at one of the charter schools? - even though I don't agree with the idea of charter schools. I don't know but I'm taking suggestions. The future is uncertain, but its also wide the fuck open.

I miss weed and cigarettes. Caffeine and alcohol...not so much. At 30 (almost) I feel pretty over drinking and have zero tolerance for drunk people...or rather, drunk people that talk about how drunk they are, or fake being drunker than they are, or ARE actually that drunk and can't hide it at all. I always prided myself on maintaining good sense and a gentlemanly disposition when drinking. I was a good drinker in my time but like I said, it just doesn't do it for me anymore. (Gawd, am I talking like I'm 75?) If everyone would just behave in accordance with the Nick Charles Thin Man book of drunken charm I might enjoy going out to bars more.

We started a Halloween marathon last night at Scrappy's. We're going to work our way through the entire series from now through October. Unfortunately, the first one is the best so it's all down hill from here. I think we're even going to watch III despite it having nada to do with Michael Myers or any of the other movies.

Did a preliminary sketch for a painting tonight based on Picnic at Hanging Rock. I've got four paintings in the works now and they are all coming along nicely. Should I sell them, give them to friends or keep them? It's difficult to part with something you spent so much time on.

Is it time for me to start dating again? Jesus, I wouldn't know where to begin anyway. I could go for some no strings making out in a major way. Marie was lucky to get out of here alive Tuesday night. I think the window of opportunity there may be closed though. I should have gone for it while the gettin' was good. I hate that the last person I made out with was Leslie...who must surely hate me by now. I don't dodge her because I don't like her. I do like her - she just makes me nervous and I can't hang with that right now. Perhaps I'll call her this weekend and smooth things over. I wonder if her boyfriend has moved in yet. I KINDA feel like causin' trouble. (Check the devil horns.)

Good shows coming up at the Beachland. I'm ready to get my social life back on track I think. These walls are closin' in on me.

No reviews tonight because I think I've already shot my composition load for one day.