emilygee

Well, I did it again. I worked like a maniac and have succeeded in totally burning myself out. My brain has been completely useless all day and I figure it will no doubt remain that way until 7PM when I can finally escape these semi-corporate handcuffs.

I had to go to court this morning. It was not as bad as I had imagined it being,...
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It's 8:43PM. I've been at work for thirteen hours. Still not done. Nursing a Diet Coke. Fingering my pockets nervously for spare cigarettes. Listening to Built to Spill at volumes not intended for the workplace. These fucking florescent lights won't stop ringing. Had I a pellet gun....

I'm eating Cream of Mushroom soup at my desk (onion milk is listed as an ingredient... not sure how one milks an onion, but it's damn good).

I'm avoiding work like the plague (despite the pending projects and multiple press releases going out next week).

I'm desperately trying to update this fucking journal.

My company finally closed a sizable amount of funding, so we took...
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I had the most terrifying dream last night. It's sticking with me most of the day inasmuch as I probably slept a total of three hours last night and it aided most successfully in my uselessness today:

So, angels descended from heaven and broke up a garden party wherein elderly Dubuque women were eating pumpkin pie. The angels started a holy war, were slaughtering innocents...
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Back from plentiful Iowa... I was able to laze around the sunny greenery of the midwest for five days, but am worn a bit thin from the perpetual drinking that is useless to resist when surrounded by family and old friends.

When I finally move back to get some serious writing done, my sister and I are going to get an old Victorian apartment on...
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I think I started the week off on an uncoordinated, drunken foot and I'm hoping it will sober up and forge forward as if it never happened instead of looming over the remainder of the week. The following days will surely give me my answer... cross your fingers or say a novena for me... this is supposed to be my "productive" week this month.

I...
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Christ, what a week. My brain is a bit shot... not sure why, but it's been impeding my ability to get anothing substantial done.

I went to see the Walkmen last night -- fucking spectacular. They were even better live. Weird venue, though... a dinner theater behind the Orange Curtain.

Caught City of Lost Children on Saturday and fell in love with the film all...
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Good god damn. I barely have a second to breathe. Work has once again stomped its boot squarely on my neck. I'm a frenetic mess trying to get all this nonsense done and wriggle free from its choke hold. Oh god... I cannot wait for the day when I can quit and transport myself back to bookish nerd status at some viney university somewhere. The...
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Fourth of July was bizarre. I had a wedding to attend and got pretty torn up with my co-workers. Given the activities I was participating in, it didn't feel like the 4th at all. When I finally got home, I climbed to the roof of my apartment building. Unreal. There were fireworks any direction you turned your head and directly east, somewhere downtown, there was...
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After over a month of nail-biting and slickster conversation, I finally got my fucking raise. But that will not tie me down to this job or L.A., I tell you.

I still intend to go to grad school, start a political consulting firm with my mother, track the Yeti, be the first woman on the moon, single-handedly destroy it and then drain the Great Lakes....
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I caught the last show of LAWRENCE OF ARABIA last night. It was spectacular. Dark theatre, epic film. Best way to spend a lazy Sunday evening.