Roadbenders

In other happy news, I had a complete bitchy breakdown last night after waiting about eight hours to eat a meal while J. dickered around cooking it. By the time we DID eat, it had been twelve hours since my last meal, and I was plotting death. Five minutes and half a pound of mashed
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1) Today’s surreal moment: receiving copies of the mydoom virus spoofed from an address from a company I haven’t worked for in seven years. It is odd to see brianna@nameofcompany.com sending me mail. Who on earth has that address in their book who would be silly enough to download this virus? 2) Recruiters submitted me
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The recruiter people were moving kind of quickly yesterday, and I told J. “I have to be up early, because they will call me before nine.” That’s what recruiters do. They call you between eight thirty-four and eight thirty-six am, to ask you questions like “How much Java experience do you have?” (I’ll never tell)
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Today, when I finally got out of bed (still so exhausted that my blood felt like it was sizzling) I found an email from a recruiter in my inbox. Coincidentally enough, I had just decided the day before that I desperately needed to find a new job. I will be running myself ragged, with the
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I’ve talked a little bit about being lucky enough to be a procrastinating digital colorist for the nation’s largest comics syndicate. It’s a tiny side job, I color three strips a week and the gentleman who offered me the position let me pick my all time favourite strip as my first – Mutts, by Patrick
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For

The snow is coming down in waves of white. The sky is the same blank, somber grey it always is when it snows. I feigned a reason to go out, and bundled myself in my scarf and overcoat. I wanted to experience the stillness of a snowfall – but the cars in the parking lot
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The world is snowy and grey. My world is, at least, I don’t know how it looks for you. Last night I took a long bath with my hair in pigtails, daydreaming in the water. I was imagining scenes for a story I’m writing, and inspiration struck, so I yelled for a notebook! a pen!
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I’ve been working on brianna.org for the last week. I have a gallery of my SX70s up there now. Just a heads up. There is also the first wide-access link to this journal on the site, so I’ve made some previous entries friends-only. I had a dream last night about my family again. This time,
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I absolutely cannot sleep. It is three am. I have already lain in bed for hours feigning sleep. I thought if I could do a good imitation, it would fool the insomnia away. It isn’t working. This will be the fourth night this week I haven’t slept. I’m not sure how to fix it. It’s
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I wrote the most beautiful poem in my sleep last night. In my dream, I was walking with one of my friends on the beach. She was tense about her daughter, and the sky was leaden. We walked to relieve tension, and as I watched her walk ahead of me, I wrote a poem. Naturally,
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J. and I ended up holed up in the apartment next to the fire eating take-out and playing cribbage by candlelight. It was an enforced vacation from the website I was rushing to get online by Thursday. I needed it badly. The next day, I uploaded the website for my client. He had made several
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Today, I accidentally fell asleep on my couch at five am. I was supposed to be staying up to finish up a website and some other client work, but sleep won. We’re going through a tough time right now, just many external things going on that are sort of pushing in from all sides. Yet
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I want to see the movie Big Fish very badly. However, the trailers make me weepy, so I’m a bit leary of going with anyone in case I fall apart. I miss the days, oh, two years ago, when I was one of those people who just never cried. Now, I cry at the drop
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Muenster is the king of cheeses. Is there anything creamier and more pleasantly cheesy? I had an annoyingly slender friend in high school who would buy it buy the block and scrape off bits with a butter knife until it was devoured. This process usually only took about twenty minutes. Though I saw her repeat
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I will post this to Utopian.net later, but eKC has given us (Espresso dell’Anatra) ballots for voting in the Golden Bean awards. Why? Because PEOPLE HAVE ALREADY BEEN VOTING FOR US!! Woohoo!! This is encouraging. We need the encouragement, because business is so slow that we will likely have to shut our doors in March
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I see no reason not to journal a bit everyday (or to continue my verbing of things, even though I’ve lately resolved to improve both my English vocabulary AND grammar) as a sort of motivational tool for myself. So here’s an entry for 01/03/04. I stayed up late on Friday researching low-carb diets and deciding
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They say whatever you do on New Year’s Day sets the tone for the rest of the year. So far today I have slept in, picked bits of confetti off the floor, cleaned my kitchen, lit incense, spent a half hour doing some administrative work for J.’s writing business, made the best café au lait
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