Well, that did the trick.

I bought a new pack, a couple of bags of holds, and some screws and turned my basement into a climbing and fighting gym. Hell yes. I can climb, work out, and beat the shit out of the bag at all hours, day or night. It's like having a gym that only plays music I like.

I wrote the three scenes that got disappeared by the damn laptop. Also wrote a couple of new ones. Yay.

Today is tattoo day. I only last night figured out what I want. I didn't even know until this morning where on my body to get it. Whee.

Damn I am tired.

Went climbing at Exit 38. Took a lovely whipper just after making the first clip. Ooops. Heh.

Had lunch and went climbing with a beautiful girl.

Wrote two more scenes. Discovered that my computer had eaten 3 other ones so I get to rewrite them. GRR.

Bought more clothes. I am the sex panther.

Today I said "Hello" to Margot Kidder.

And talked Jazz with Wayne Pygram. The guy's a straight-up, nice chap. Good drummer too.

Also, saw Peter Mayhew.

Bought a shit-load of art.

Bought toys.

I'm very tired.

Back from the mid-west. My my my.

I got to go climb in Madison. That was pretty cool.

My partner for the trip was rad. She's a head-banger and a total cutie. Way fun to be with.

Found a really good hot pot restaurant here in Seattle that rivals some of the ones in China. Joy.

I need to go out and snap some pics during location scouting so we can have some reference material. I also need to do a few building designs for interiors, etc. to make it all correlate to what's in the script.

Took a funny fall on a 10c lead yesterday. Lucky I didn't break my damned leg.

Well,

Today was interesting. I did my usual weights, yoga, fighting stuff and went to work. I then hauled ass to the gym thinking I'd set some stuff. Instead, I found my buddy there and we climbed over a dozen leads. I also saw some people I climbed with a year ago. They didn't even vaguely recognize me...I am getting used to that.

I have also been spending the last two hours writing the screenplay for the graphic novel I am working on with a local artist. I meant to just jot down some notes.

I am supposed to do something with someone tomorrow, but I can't fucking remember who or what. My mind is going...I can feel it.

Whee. Another 12 hour day at work.

Note to self: Be single for valentines day.

Heh heh heh (Sinister laugh)

I now have all the Bond remastered DVD sets. That's right. I can now dork out to my heart's content on Vodka Martinis, Sex and Violence. Much like my high school days.

I am starting to learn kanji. I also get to have fun with verb forms this quarter. At least I will be more prolific in diction if still preponderantly retarded in delivery. I can frequently understand what's said to me in Japanese at least and my reading of it is improving.

I worked out, climbed and beat the shit out of myself enough this week that I will probably hide in my house and veg out for my Friday fun day.

Don't let the bastards get you down...

Another day of Japanese tomorrow. My studying may even pay off. Too bad I can write it faster than I can speak it now.

Today, strangely, ruled in very odd ways.