Sometimes when I’m looking at people’s bloggy things and skipping merrily, tra-la, to others linked therein, I get completely overwhelmed by the quantity and variety of experience. Of course, on the flip side, it’s easy to get depressed about the glut of really bad weblogs maintained by teenagers, or folks writing at a teenaged level. But nevermind that.
The light outside my office building is very creepy and greenish yellow. I wish it would stay that way for a little while so I could enjoy it during my walk to the subway, but it’s already fading.
Today was much, much less stressful than days previous. I actually felt happy within corporate walls more than a couple of times, and Rebecca and I took a walk at lunch. Doesn’t mean I didn’t crave an espresso martini come 4:00, but I’ll take this softer side of work for as long as it can hold out.
Got a lot of nonwork tasks accomplished, including placing a large order with Insound to make up for the large order Parasol blew off. (I had multiple problems with ordering online, and finally placed it over the phone. More than a month later, I’ve yet to see the discs or even get a shipping confirmation. It pains me to do this to a small organization, especially one where D. knows one of its main people, but I’ll never purchase anything from them again. And neither will D.) I’m looking forward to getting the newest Sprites, Ballboy, Mountain Goats, Mekons, and Unicorns CDs soon.
Actually, speaking of tasks: two different people told me that crossing things off of a to-do list releases dopamine in the brain, which I already knew. Sort of like the midget-ordering-a-box-of-Munchkins meme from last week, when a coworker and Mimi Smartypants recounted their parallel universe stories.
Best spam text of the day:
Hey bro,
What’s up? Did I tell you about the party I hit up the other day? It was doppee! I found this n e t s i t e that slings this stuff called sillyest. It’s like vighagra times ten. You don’t even need a script to get it either. I was like a rockstar for 2 days straight. It was even better than that time we went to the clubb in lake titicaca!
they had some sort of prommotioncommotion thing going on when i hooked some up, i think it’s still on sail too.
get ahold of me this weekend and we’ll hit up clubb atlantis.
clickityclack here to check it
“For a warrior, to be inaccessible means that he touches the world around him sparingly. And above all, he deliberately avoids exhausting himself and others. He doesn�t use and squeeze people until they have shriveled to nothing, especially the people he loves.”
~ Carlos Castaneda, the lingering poet of ashtabula, oh
Soon, I will post the getting-longer-by-the-day running list of goofy spam aliases that D. and I’ve been collecting for the past couple of months.
Oh, how I love the Send All Calls [to voicemail] button on my phone! But not as much as I love going home.