Not tired in the least. Slept most of...yesterday, although a lot of it was that horrible "not alseep but dreaming" bullshit. The dreams, however, were TREMENDOUS. To the point i think i might be following maybe three of them. They are best left undescribed here. And yeah, that makes me somewhat of a personal hypocrite, but whatever.
I absolutely HAVE to go out tomorrow. I've ended up not the last couple days, because i've either felt horrible or accidently fell asleep. I've got entirely too much i have to do.
Twenty-six shopping days. Har.
There aren't enough good, recent pictures of me. I photograph horribly, but i would rather take a shitty recent one over a shitty old one.
I've decided i MUST go to Streets more. This was brought on by a chance semi-encounter last week, and an even chance mini encounter Thursday. No one special, really, but one of these things will happen: i will post a blog from a hospital bed, i will end up getting banned from my bar, i will end up completely unsatisfied with how the person i am handles things (and then end up doing something completely retarded and pussy-like i will tout as a triumph), or i will donkey punch someone. Who wants to hang out? It'll be entertaining, if nothing else.
I need a poster frame. Ended up getting a poster i have to frame. One of many, sure, but this one mainly.
I've been lucky enough to get some good advice lately. Or maybe, old advice i think i can actually understand at this point. Isn't it weird how things like that happen? No one cares, i'm sure, but there's been enough major strides lately that i feel like a realish person. Never felt anywhere near as complete before. The missing elements will be in place as soon as possible.
Not sure what the response to this will be.
Later.
I absolutely HAVE to go out tomorrow. I've ended up not the last couple days, because i've either felt horrible or accidently fell asleep. I've got entirely too much i have to do.
Twenty-six shopping days. Har.
There aren't enough good, recent pictures of me. I photograph horribly, but i would rather take a shitty recent one over a shitty old one.
I've decided i MUST go to Streets more. This was brought on by a chance semi-encounter last week, and an even chance mini encounter Thursday. No one special, really, but one of these things will happen: i will post a blog from a hospital bed, i will end up getting banned from my bar, i will end up completely unsatisfied with how the person i am handles things (and then end up doing something completely retarded and pussy-like i will tout as a triumph), or i will donkey punch someone. Who wants to hang out? It'll be entertaining, if nothing else.
I need a poster frame. Ended up getting a poster i have to frame. One of many, sure, but this one mainly.
I've been lucky enough to get some good advice lately. Or maybe, old advice i think i can actually understand at this point. Isn't it weird how things like that happen? No one cares, i'm sure, but there's been enough major strides lately that i feel like a realish person. Never felt anywhere near as complete before. The missing elements will be in place as soon as possible.
Not sure what the response to this will be.
Later.
I went to the Clearlake Club last night... and actually had a blast! Surprising, I know.
I think I'm happy.