Title: Painting peppermint tickets on caffeine... or something...
Music du jour: Alanis Morrisette, Supposed Former Infatuation
Junkie
Random link o' the day: The lyrics to
"Someone North", by Caedmon's Call
Must... have... caffeine... *twitch* Okay, I'm fine. Really. It's just that I'm trying to give up my Coke habit, and, well, I'm not doing so well. Could be worse; Cynthia is trying to give up smoking. That was the deal: I would give up Coke if she'd give up smoking. She's doing well on her end. I've actually managed to cut back: I've only had one today. It's about to kill me, though. Well, not really... I just have a weakness. Who's expected to start the morning without caffeine, after all? I am somewhat proud of myself for reducing my consumption. Now to see if I can get my lazy ass back into the gym before the Air Force kicks me out for being fat.
Tickets, tickets, tickets. Good God. I have twenty tickets in my queue at work and it only grows. This day shift thing is much more of a juggling act than I'm used to. Did I mention I go to swing shift RSN? It'll be nice to get back on an off shift, even if it's slightly non-conducive to having a life. Such is the trade-off of being on a shift where nobody will bother you. This will collide with Ian's new job a bit, but I think we can handle it. It's money, ya know. We like money. Money is our pal.
Okay, I'm convinced Billy has disappeared off the face of the Earth. He hasn't been to work this week at ALL. I'm starting to get a little worried about him. Where oh where are you, Billy? I need a smoking buddy. I need a friend to gossip with about work. I need someone to help me make fun of straight people. Come back to work, you damn slacker!
My Muse may not have completely deserted me after all. I got a couple of nifty drawings out of the coffeehouse other night... my new sketchbook is filling up nicely. I know I'm getting back into art geek mode, because I accidentally left my pencils and sketchbook at home today, and I felt this twinge when I realized it. I used to get very edgy if I didn't have my sketchbook with me; looks like my brain remembers. My theory on that (of course I have one) is this: Creating is necessary to my mental well-being. For that matter, I think it's essential to our health as human beings. Technology is a lovely thing, and it's not to say you can't get creative writing code or whatever, but technology without brains and human spirit behind it is intristically empty. I can go without checking my e-mail or working on this web page for a while (shaddap), but give up drawing? I'd sooner cut off my hands.
I'm going to start painting again when I get enough cash together to buy paint and canvas. Somehow my tackle box from college got lost -- the one that held all my paint and brushes. I have no clue where it is. Well, I guess I'll just start fresh. You know, I haven't really painted anything since spring quarter of my senior year of college. I got way too burned out on it; it wasn't fun any more. Now I think I'm ready to get back into it. Where I'm going to set all this up, I have no idea. I'm thinking maybe the garage if I ever get it sufficiently cleaned out. My garage is separated from the house and doesn't have any room to walk in it right now. Who here is surprised? If my sister wasn't about to move back up here (supposedly), I'd just set up in the spare bedroom. Maybe I'll rent out a studio in Boulder and split the cost with Billy or something. He was wanting some office space over there. I'll keep y'all updated.
Okay, I need everyone's help here. I have a load of old Penguin Mints boxes -- the nice metal kind -- and I have no idea what to do with them. They look like they could be useful, and being a packrat from birth, I hate to throw them out. I don't sew or anything, so I wouldn't use them for buttons or needles or something. Tell me what I should do with them.
Off to finish work and write Cynthia. Later.
-- marcie.