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Biking at Night
I have been biking alone at night for like a over a decade and a half. I have had a number of run in with drunks. Have been threatened plenty by want a be thugs. Very rarely have a had any real problems however. This last week I have a couple of encounters that have me frustrated. The first and more serious of the two I was one of the most dangerous situations i have ever been on my bike. I was riding home over the holton bridge back home to riverwest from work. Suddenly some guy shoves me from behind, HARD, trying to knock me over into the cement divide. He hit fairly roughly, as he was hanging out of a car going like 45. Thankfully I managed to catch my balance and avoid face planting into concrete. After i stabilized myself I made a feeble attempt to ride after them. They were really cruising and were already almost a block away. Other then hitting the divide with the front of my bike a bit I was unhurt minus a scraped bike and missing light reflector.
They were car snipers fueled on youth, likely chemicals, and clearly arrogance. With that being said there is nothing much to be done about it. Though needless to say I was disappointing by it as well as angry.
Secondly tonight as I was riding up the last half a block to my house, when i get blinded by a flash light in my eyes. It turns out to it was two beat cops, surprised to see them in riverwest at 1am to say the least. After almost crashing my by blinding me, they proceeded to hassle me for not having a reflector on the front of my bike. (I used to have two one was lost in another bike crash some years earlier) Having just lost my last one 3 days previous I was not in the mood for their "well meaning" but condescending reprimand right in front of my house after a 10 hour day of work. I managed to be reasonably tactful. Telling them about how my most resent reflector was parted from me. Managing to scold them for hassling me for some thing so trivial. Still not get a ticket, and go about the rest of my evening with out to much delay was my goal. They were nice enough for cops despite harassing me for something trival at the end of a long day. So cleared it up to get going avoiding any more hassle with the officers. I am vaguely glad to know that there ARE cops out at night. I would much rather see them stopping dangerous people and not coming off like some suburban parent scolding kids for not wearing knee pads. This is contrast to my being attacked 3 days prior further frustrates my feeling about the authorities being around more to hassle you for tickets then protect you.
I have been biking alone at night for like a over a decade and a half. I have had a number of run in with drunks. Have been threatened plenty by want a be thugs. Very rarely have a had any real problems however. This last week I have a couple of encounters that have me frustrated. The first and more serious of the two I was one of the most dangerous situations i have ever been on my bike. I was riding home over the holton bridge back home to riverwest from work. Suddenly some guy shoves me from behind, HARD, trying to knock me over into the cement divide. He hit fairly roughly, as he was hanging out of a car going like 45. Thankfully I managed to catch my balance and avoid face planting into concrete. After i stabilized myself I made a feeble attempt to ride after them. They were really cruising and were already almost a block away. Other then hitting the divide with the front of my bike a bit I was unhurt minus a scraped bike and missing light reflector.
They were car snipers fueled on youth, likely chemicals, and clearly arrogance. With that being said there is nothing much to be done about it. Though needless to say I was disappointing by it as well as angry.
Secondly tonight as I was riding up the last half a block to my house, when i get blinded by a flash light in my eyes. It turns out to it was two beat cops, surprised to see them in riverwest at 1am to say the least. After almost crashing my by blinding me, they proceeded to hassle me for not having a reflector on the front of my bike. (I used to have two one was lost in another bike crash some years earlier) Having just lost my last one 3 days previous I was not in the mood for their "well meaning" but condescending reprimand right in front of my house after a 10 hour day of work. I managed to be reasonably tactful. Telling them about how my most resent reflector was parted from me. Managing to scold them for hassling me for some thing so trivial. Still not get a ticket, and go about the rest of my evening with out to much delay was my goal. They were nice enough for cops despite harassing me for something trival at the end of a long day. So cleared it up to get going avoiding any more hassle with the officers. I am vaguely glad to know that there ARE cops out at night. I would much rather see them stopping dangerous people and not coming off like some suburban parent scolding kids for not wearing knee pads. This is contrast to my being attacked 3 days prior further frustrates my feeling about the authorities being around more to hassle you for tickets then protect you.
Have been spending most of my time on distractions recently. Trying to keep my mind off what is soon to be a peneicle of the stress of the last year. Any time now Rachel is going to have her son, and I may or may not be a father. I was at Steven Cohens birthday party tonight. The father of my long term friend Jake, and a local blues mainstay was a good time. lots of music, and hanging out to be had. Saw a a lot of people I have not seen i a while. Reminded me of when i was more pro-actively social. I cannot get into school this fall, which may just as well be fore best as my mind is not on it entirely at the moment any way. I have to deal with a bunch of bureaucracy to get back in at this point. I am still determined to go back this spring though any way. I guess I would like to know what is happening before i commit though. I am looking forward to pinkies show tomorrow at stonefly, then after this week end the reality will settle in again. For now though I am not as uptight for once and it is good let down my hair for a min.
Attempting to maintain balance
I talked to my manager with some candor today, if not as much as i would have liked, and decided to wait a bit before making any rash decision about quiting my job. I am only working part time as it is. If cannot discipline my self to shoulder the annoyance of some boorish behavior by some mid-level managers for life, I am in need of more humility. Not to be dis empowered by sure pettiness of course either. The option to leave will always remain, no need to cross that bridge so impetuously as I may have in the past. I am not a kid any more, and I have born the weight of much less acceptable levels of incompetence before. I have a lot on going on in the next month with adding another distraction unnecessarily.
I am going to the school again tomorrow to continue jumping through hoops to get back in class this fall. Hopefully the counselor i need to see will be there. I admit am not looking forward to wading though the bureaucracy. It is more appealing the prospects of not growing and stepping out of this mire of meritocracy I seem to have let me self be trapped in for to long. I do not presume to achieve any real note academically. I do need to step over the lines society has drawn in the sand. I know they are really meaningless but with out making the gesture I will be handicapping my ability to contribute some of merit to the continuity of human history no matter how minor.
I also had a very potent reminder of my own physical limitations after i pulled my shoulder last sunday. The humbling since of my limitation coupled with the unavoidable grasp of entropy prods me to pursue with more vigor a means of maintaining my needs more effectively. I have never had much concern for working more then to sustain my self. Often though a blend of social and physical labor. Precluding those opportunities I have often lived on less. I do not take charity well, my own childhood was riddled with petty quid par quo games of never giving me things with out holding it against me last to pressure me to her inclinations. She seemed to think it was a valid means of handling the duties of motherhood. In retrospect I can understand the scrambling to use whatever leverage she could to get things done. The world is harsh place, the idea that nothing is free, and everything has a cost of potent concepts. She would not say that is what she was trying to do, but actions, especially to children have far more weight then the words that accompany them. The lessons of needing to barder your way though life is not with out merit. Coming from ones mother with consistent frequency, it acts to tempter the spirit of altruism however. I learned the importance of the dependency that comes with gifts and boons. The implied debt to the giver of the gift. I became weary early in my life to unsolicited indulgences. Knowing that most likely the giver would if not then, at some future time require some compensation, ofter far exceeding the value of the gift received. While there is neither nothing wrong with "returning" the favor, mush as you learn to identify and steer clear of salesmen resiting there pitch, I became of charity. A gift given as a token of admiration, respect, or love is praise worthy. Much like that sleazy guy offering to buy you a drink at the end of the bar, you can sense the attempts and coheresion. The intent to control you. If you are welcome to the trade, no harm done, but there sit lingers that danger when let others impact there control on you.
My family are a stuborn people, and I resented the controlling nature of most charity. Thus i grow to avoid it, preferring ofter hardships to the veil of implied debt. I grow to accept aid and help from friends i had learned to trust over the years as i have grown up, but I have always maintained an aversion to the indebted nature of not providing for yourself.
This bringing me to my point, that i do not find it acceptable to depend on others if i have it in my power to provide for myself. Tactically I cannot sustain my life plan i have pursued some what actively mostly passively continuously. I need to focus on providing form myself more from my social, intellectual, and experiences rather then those with a stronger physical requirement. Inheritable these pursuits typically come with my lucrative rewards. Not merely in coin, but in the social acolytes i find myself developing more taste for as I age. I am desiring the empowerment that comes from challenging ones self in an arena that matters
I talked to my manager with some candor today, if not as much as i would have liked, and decided to wait a bit before making any rash decision about quiting my job. I am only working part time as it is. If cannot discipline my self to shoulder the annoyance of some boorish behavior by some mid-level managers for life, I am in need of more humility. Not to be dis empowered by sure pettiness of course either. The option to leave will always remain, no need to cross that bridge so impetuously as I may have in the past. I am not a kid any more, and I have born the weight of much less acceptable levels of incompetence before. I have a lot on going on in the next month with adding another distraction unnecessarily.
I am going to the school again tomorrow to continue jumping through hoops to get back in class this fall. Hopefully the counselor i need to see will be there. I admit am not looking forward to wading though the bureaucracy. It is more appealing the prospects of not growing and stepping out of this mire of meritocracy I seem to have let me self be trapped in for to long. I do not presume to achieve any real note academically. I do need to step over the lines society has drawn in the sand. I know they are really meaningless but with out making the gesture I will be handicapping my ability to contribute some of merit to the continuity of human history no matter how minor.
I also had a very potent reminder of my own physical limitations after i pulled my shoulder last sunday. The humbling since of my limitation coupled with the unavoidable grasp of entropy prods me to pursue with more vigor a means of maintaining my needs more effectively. I have never had much concern for working more then to sustain my self. Often though a blend of social and physical labor. Precluding those opportunities I have often lived on less. I do not take charity well, my own childhood was riddled with petty quid par quo games of never giving me things with out holding it against me last to pressure me to her inclinations. She seemed to think it was a valid means of handling the duties of motherhood. In retrospect I can understand the scrambling to use whatever leverage she could to get things done. The world is harsh place, the idea that nothing is free, and everything has a cost of potent concepts. She would not say that is what she was trying to do, but actions, especially to children have far more weight then the words that accompany them. The lessons of needing to barder your way though life is not with out merit. Coming from ones mother with consistent frequency, it acts to tempter the spirit of altruism however. I learned the importance of the dependency that comes with gifts and boons. The implied debt to the giver of the gift. I became weary early in my life to unsolicited indulgences. Knowing that most likely the giver would if not then, at some future time require some compensation, ofter far exceeding the value of the gift received. While there is neither nothing wrong with "returning" the favor, mush as you learn to identify and steer clear of salesmen resiting there pitch, I became of charity. A gift given as a token of admiration, respect, or love is praise worthy. Much like that sleazy guy offering to buy you a drink at the end of the bar, you can sense the attempts and coheresion. The intent to control you. If you are welcome to the trade, no harm done, but there sit lingers that danger when let others impact there control on you.
My family are a stuborn people, and I resented the controlling nature of most charity. Thus i grow to avoid it, preferring ofter hardships to the veil of implied debt. I grow to accept aid and help from friends i had learned to trust over the years as i have grown up, but I have always maintained an aversion to the indebted nature of not providing for yourself.
This bringing me to my point, that i do not find it acceptable to depend on others if i have it in my power to provide for myself. Tactically I cannot sustain my life plan i have pursued some what actively mostly passively continuously. I need to focus on providing form myself more from my social, intellectual, and experiences rather then those with a stronger physical requirement. Inheritable these pursuits typically come with my lucrative rewards. Not merely in coin, but in the social acolytes i find myself developing more taste for as I age. I am desiring the empowerment that comes from challenging ones self in an arena that matters
Tired and restless
Am on the verge of quiting my job, the work is the same if slow, but the management is being ridiculous. After I hurt my shoulder last Sunday i had to call in on Monday, because it hurt to much to move, let alone work I got in "trouble"for not talking to a manager before my shift, i did my best to reach calling 2 times. Now they have me off the schedule, i am thinking of putting in my two weeks when i go in tomorrow to work my shift i am no longer scheduled for. Only reason i did not quit on the spot today was to not fuck over my co-workers. So will talk to the general manager tomorrow and if they give me any hassle will just tell them i am quiting. Was just gliding by part time while I waited to see what happens with Rachel's son, and specifically if it is also my son..i do not like the idea of being between jobs and having a kid, but fuck it i have money saved, i can get another one fast. I need to focus on school any way and not wasting my time in a restaurant. I feel like my whole life is paused waiting...
I want the best for Rachel one way of the other but not knowing, and her very lack luster approach towards involving me leaves me unhappy. Less then a month, perhaps even this week depending on how the pattern weave things will come to a head. I can only assume she talks more definably to Chris, but maybe not know Rachel... Soon at least i can know what my future holds.
I have been making active attempts to be more social as of late, or at least walk at night, instead of lucking alone in my apartment. Mostly has been reading alone at coffee shops but have had a few interesting run ins. Tonight on my walk ran into Liam, a kid i am vaguely working on some street theater with. We talked for a while, then ran into Kristi with a few two other people walking to the pub, by my house. Was good to see her, we talked for a while, she yelled at me for the whole rachel situation again
Then went to foundation with every one to talk some more. Liam offered her a ride home, so we stopped by my house with kristi, liam, and cassy to see me neo cat, then drove kristi home. Was nice to see her for once, and gave me a chance to show her my neo house. Reminds me if i feel inclined to be social i still know many people... and despite feeling all alone i have people i know out there if i reached out for them.
meh maybe i will just go train hoping this weekend with liam and come back in a week of two in time to face up towards responsibly I am so sick of waiting and pausing me life, and having no control over it
Am on the verge of quiting my job, the work is the same if slow, but the management is being ridiculous. After I hurt my shoulder last Sunday i had to call in on Monday, because it hurt to much to move, let alone work I got in "trouble"for not talking to a manager before my shift, i did my best to reach calling 2 times. Now they have me off the schedule, i am thinking of putting in my two weeks when i go in tomorrow to work my shift i am no longer scheduled for. Only reason i did not quit on the spot today was to not fuck over my co-workers. So will talk to the general manager tomorrow and if they give me any hassle will just tell them i am quiting. Was just gliding by part time while I waited to see what happens with Rachel's son, and specifically if it is also my son..i do not like the idea of being between jobs and having a kid, but fuck it i have money saved, i can get another one fast. I need to focus on school any way and not wasting my time in a restaurant. I feel like my whole life is paused waiting...
I want the best for Rachel one way of the other but not knowing, and her very lack luster approach towards involving me leaves me unhappy. Less then a month, perhaps even this week depending on how the pattern weave things will come to a head. I can only assume she talks more definably to Chris, but maybe not know Rachel... Soon at least i can know what my future holds.
I have been making active attempts to be more social as of late, or at least walk at night, instead of lucking alone in my apartment. Mostly has been reading alone at coffee shops but have had a few interesting run ins. Tonight on my walk ran into Liam, a kid i am vaguely working on some street theater with. We talked for a while, then ran into Kristi with a few two other people walking to the pub, by my house. Was good to see her, we talked for a while, she yelled at me for the whole rachel situation again
Then went to foundation with every one to talk some more. Liam offered her a ride home, so we stopped by my house with kristi, liam, and cassy to see me neo cat, then drove kristi home. Was nice to see her for once, and gave me a chance to show her my neo house. Reminds me if i feel inclined to be social i still know many people... and despite feeling all alone i have people i know out there if i reached out for them.meh maybe i will just go train hoping this weekend with liam and come back in a week of two in time to face up towards responsibly I am so sick of waiting and pausing me life, and having no control over it
Stupid shoulder
I was out in west bend yesterday helping my Jerry and my brother jamie clean out my moms garage of ten years of junk. Jamie and I started to help rather quickly after getting out of the car ride up there. I was feeling a bi stiff from the ride and sleeping on my should a bit weird, but thought nothing of it. Like 5 mins into the heavy lifting I was putting a couch out and a odd angle to hoist it into the dumpster Jerry had rented. When I pulled a large piece of my muscles in my left shoulder. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the back. I tried to keep moving some of the bigger items any way because I am foolish, take only made it worse. I was going to stay out there for the night to hang out with my younger sibling that I do not see much any more, but I keep feeling progressively worse. I took some pain killers, and hung out for dinner, but then had to have Jamie drive me home. I sleep for like 10 hours, and it sorta feels better now..but I cannot lift my arm over my shoulder, or even turn my neck to the left at all.
I guess i am going to have to call into work and home that it is better by tomorrow, sigh. This is what I get fro not stretching and being to self assured of my out vitality. Now i endure another lesson in humility and my own limitations.
Any way typing with one hand is taking long, so I am going to get something to eat, and hopefully find a book or something that I can do while I lay down
Hopefully it will pass soon and I will be capable of well doing anything with out stabbing pain again soon.
I was out in west bend yesterday helping my Jerry and my brother jamie clean out my moms garage of ten years of junk. Jamie and I started to help rather quickly after getting out of the car ride up there. I was feeling a bi stiff from the ride and sleeping on my should a bit weird, but thought nothing of it. Like 5 mins into the heavy lifting I was putting a couch out and a odd angle to hoist it into the dumpster Jerry had rented. When I pulled a large piece of my muscles in my left shoulder. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the back. I tried to keep moving some of the bigger items any way because I am foolish, take only made it worse. I was going to stay out there for the night to hang out with my younger sibling that I do not see much any more, but I keep feeling progressively worse. I took some pain killers, and hung out for dinner, but then had to have Jamie drive me home. I sleep for like 10 hours, and it sorta feels better now..but I cannot lift my arm over my shoulder, or even turn my neck to the left at all.
I guess i am going to have to call into work and home that it is better by tomorrow, sigh. This is what I get fro not stretching and being to self assured of my out vitality. Now i endure another lesson in humility and my own limitations.
Any way typing with one hand is taking long, so I am going to get something to eat, and hopefully find a book or something that I can do while I lay down
Hopefully it will pass soon and I will be capable of well doing anything with out stabbing pain again soon.
Lets see, want to do an update about what has been going on the last month or so.
I have been really stressed about life lately. So it was good i finally went down to part time at the ambassador so i can actually have time to do things this summer. While I am not quite making enough to pay my bills as is, with my new work load, i have plenty saved to take the time off. Will keep this set up for the next month or so maybe. Do not want to waste all my saving but I do need the break since I can afford to.
I am working on a number of things with my time. I am going to get my license..finally, lol. Reading up more on biology, chemistry and working on my writing.
My random orange cat, name still undecided, is doing well. He is much larger and healthier now. Despite his tendency to get into trouble and break things all is well with him atm. Cannot blame for that, one he is a cat...and two he is still a kid really.
Went to go see the body works at the museum with Kris at like 2 in the morning, as it was open 24hours for the last weekend. Was the best time to go, as it would be the best time for a zombie upraising if nothing else. The lack of crowds made it ideal as well though. Was very subjective experience for me at least. It was both very interesting, from an anatomy stand point, as well as mildly disturbing for its ability to put my mortally in context. Most of the displays were compelling but did not have any real negative effect on me. More respect, and awe of the complexity that makes up our functionality. A few did cause more disquiet.
The muscle man, and mr bones, the muscle structure and bones of the same person, standing in a congo line touching the others shoulder was a bit to real. Was to silly to objectively observe so it was more personable about the connection between the loss of ones self. if that makes since to any one but me. The bones trying to hold on to the mass that made the body up, was a potent metaphor for clinging to life for me.
The birds that they plasticized all the artery's then removed all the other tissue so it was merely a mist, of fine tendrils. A vague red blur of all the circular system and nothing else was very beautiful.
I did pause for a long time in reflection at the developmental fetus and think on where rachel was along in her pregnancy. Not in a morbid way mind you. Most life that could be never is, and there is nothing to gained by mourning the what ifs. While I feel that i still stood in quiet complementation for long time once again on the prospects of me being a father. That standing in juxtaposition with the finite nature of life that was before me. Despite rachels vague assurances that the her forth coming son is not mine, as nether she or I can know for certain until he is born,the possibly still is there, and thus it was hangover me until i know for sure in august.
That aside, I did really enjoy the exhibit. I had heard of the work at least 5 years earlier and had been eager to see it. So was nice to have finally had the chance to see it for my self.
After getting home at like 5-6am, and taking a quick nap, I went to finally do my taxes at 10. got home again at like 11, and killed the next 2-3 hours cleaning until jake called me to come help him move the last of his stuff into his new place in riverwest.
Then later helped xbox scott move as well. Moving by hand the last of his things to his new apt. Then helped dust and clean is place. Went to landmark afterward so scott could buy me a drink for helping.
Now i have the rest of sunday before me to enjoy until i work tomorrow night. yea!
Other then the last few days I have been trying to be more actively social. So hopefully I will see some of you out there in the real world in the coming summer
I have been really stressed about life lately. So it was good i finally went down to part time at the ambassador so i can actually have time to do things this summer. While I am not quite making enough to pay my bills as is, with my new work load, i have plenty saved to take the time off. Will keep this set up for the next month or so maybe. Do not want to waste all my saving but I do need the break since I can afford to.
I am working on a number of things with my time. I am going to get my license..finally, lol. Reading up more on biology, chemistry and working on my writing.
My random orange cat, name still undecided, is doing well. He is much larger and healthier now. Despite his tendency to get into trouble and break things all is well with him atm. Cannot blame for that, one he is a cat...and two he is still a kid really.
Went to go see the body works at the museum with Kris at like 2 in the morning, as it was open 24hours for the last weekend. Was the best time to go, as it would be the best time for a zombie upraising if nothing else. The lack of crowds made it ideal as well though. Was very subjective experience for me at least. It was both very interesting, from an anatomy stand point, as well as mildly disturbing for its ability to put my mortally in context. Most of the displays were compelling but did not have any real negative effect on me. More respect, and awe of the complexity that makes up our functionality. A few did cause more disquiet.
The muscle man, and mr bones, the muscle structure and bones of the same person, standing in a congo line touching the others shoulder was a bit to real. Was to silly to objectively observe so it was more personable about the connection between the loss of ones self. if that makes since to any one but me. The bones trying to hold on to the mass that made the body up, was a potent metaphor for clinging to life for me.
The birds that they plasticized all the artery's then removed all the other tissue so it was merely a mist, of fine tendrils. A vague red blur of all the circular system and nothing else was very beautiful.
I did pause for a long time in reflection at the developmental fetus and think on where rachel was along in her pregnancy. Not in a morbid way mind you. Most life that could be never is, and there is nothing to gained by mourning the what ifs. While I feel that i still stood in quiet complementation for long time once again on the prospects of me being a father. That standing in juxtaposition with the finite nature of life that was before me. Despite rachels vague assurances that the her forth coming son is not mine, as nether she or I can know for certain until he is born,the possibly still is there, and thus it was hangover me until i know for sure in august.
That aside, I did really enjoy the exhibit. I had heard of the work at least 5 years earlier and had been eager to see it. So was nice to have finally had the chance to see it for my self.
After getting home at like 5-6am, and taking a quick nap, I went to finally do my taxes at 10. got home again at like 11, and killed the next 2-3 hours cleaning until jake called me to come help him move the last of his stuff into his new place in riverwest.
Then later helped xbox scott move as well. Moving by hand the last of his things to his new apt. Then helped dust and clean is place. Went to landmark afterward so scott could buy me a drink for helping.
Now i have the rest of sunday before me to enjoy until i work tomorrow night. yea!
Other then the last few days I have been trying to be more actively social. So hopefully I will see some of you out there in the real world in the coming summer
So yeah found a poor, hungry, lonely orange cat, hiding...one could say cowering under a cat on the way home tonight. He had not tags, was not a feral neighborhood cat as far as i could tell as he was fairly clean. A little dirt, and a small scratch on his nose. So not knowing what else to do i brought him home...a block at most from my house is where i found him. Called my friend chris to bring some food over, and feed the little guy. I have him in a room with blankets to lie on, a box, and food and water. Will take his picture and put them up tomorrow. Hopefully he will be found...if not I guess I have a new cat.
If you know any one missing a young...less then a year old orange and white short haired cat...let me know!
=^_^=
Needs to find his home
Also was delayed with my cat rescuing, but went to see my brother and his dead mans carnival at Stone fly was a very good time. Cute burlesque dancers, fairies, fire breathing, jokes, music, folk from the neighborhood i have not seen far to long.
Was a good night to be sure.
If you know any one missing a young...less then a year old orange and white short haired cat...let me know!
=^_^=
Needs to find his home
Also was delayed with my cat rescuing, but went to see my brother and his dead mans carnival at Stone fly was a very good time. Cute burlesque dancers, fairies, fire breathing, jokes, music, folk from the neighborhood i have not seen far to long.
Was a good night to be sure.
Homeless again..
Well for last night at least i was...
I got home after working all night to find my door locked. I only ever lock the deadbolt, as that was the ONLY KEY i got when moving in. I tried all the windows, back door, but to no avail. Walked to the 5th district to try to get the cops to let me in maybe, but no help, they merely gave me a list of lock picks to call. Frustrated i did call all the numbers on the list, but got no answers from any of them.
SO I ended up waking up Kris, and kim to sleep on their couch. I finally got to sleep at like 3am then.
When I finalyl got a lock pick to come to my house today, and got in was like 2:30 or so, and now have to leave for work, sigh.
So can pay the damn 70$ it cost me to get the door opened...70..that is ridiculous.
I knew I should have learned either when mouse or when Maz were learning how to pick locks, would have finally paid off.
Any way in my house again now, for what it is worth.
Took the door handle off, so did not happen again, going to re-key it on monday I think, will just use the deadbolt to keep it closed until then.
I am really tempted to take it out of the rent for next month, there is NO reason i should have been locked out of my own rental place due to the landlords lapse of no suppling my with keys for all the doors. Not sure if i will or not, but will think about it for sure.
On a nicer note got to go to the Zoo, on saturday and ride the train
Not many animals were out though..saw a sleeping bear, few elephants, one lion, and a few peacocks and that is about it.
Was a nice day out though, unlike today, and was nice to walk around outside.
Also got to go have dinner with Frank who was in town for the weekend on monday as well, which was nice. Other then those two days things have been fairly depressing, with every day wearing me down. Makes me wonder why I am working so hard...sigh.
Speaking of which, it is getting late.
Off to the proliterion hop for me
Well for last night at least i was...
I got home after working all night to find my door locked. I only ever lock the deadbolt, as that was the ONLY KEY i got when moving in. I tried all the windows, back door, but to no avail. Walked to the 5th district to try to get the cops to let me in maybe, but no help, they merely gave me a list of lock picks to call. Frustrated i did call all the numbers on the list, but got no answers from any of them.
SO I ended up waking up Kris, and kim to sleep on their couch. I finally got to sleep at like 3am then.
When I finalyl got a lock pick to come to my house today, and got in was like 2:30 or so, and now have to leave for work, sigh.
So can pay the damn 70$ it cost me to get the door opened...70..that is ridiculous.
I knew I should have learned either when mouse or when Maz were learning how to pick locks, would have finally paid off.
Any way in my house again now, for what it is worth.
Took the door handle off, so did not happen again, going to re-key it on monday I think, will just use the deadbolt to keep it closed until then.
I am really tempted to take it out of the rent for next month, there is NO reason i should have been locked out of my own rental place due to the landlords lapse of no suppling my with keys for all the doors. Not sure if i will or not, but will think about it for sure.
On a nicer note got to go to the Zoo, on saturday and ride the train
Not many animals were out though..saw a sleeping bear, few elephants, one lion, and a few peacocks and that is about it.
Was a nice day out though, unlike today, and was nice to walk around outside.
Also got to go have dinner with Frank who was in town for the weekend on monday as well, which was nice. Other then those two days things have been fairly depressing, with every day wearing me down. Makes me wonder why I am working so hard...sigh.
Speaking of which, it is getting late.
Off to the proliterion hop for me
My Hand
Hurts....
I was taking a room service tray out of the elevator tonight, and some house keep had a broken wine glass hidden under a napkin. So when i picked up the tray the glass jumped out like a knife to cut a big gouge out of my hand stabbing me.
nothing really that bad, though a bit deep, hurts a bunch now though, so I am bloging about it to the no one that reads this...lol oh well can read this later some day and remember it maybe.
On a better note am riding me bike to work again so i feel a little less depressed then i have lately. Though the MORE snow we have tomorrow and this week end will put a stop to it for the weekend will start again on monday I think. Forgot how good it feel to glide flying across the land powered only by your own energy and exploited physics.
I am mostly settled in the new place now...still no neat name for my neo villae but will think of something soon I am sure. After three versions of Snargs House of Sin, and two of the Fortress of Solitude need something capture my attempts at community involvement as well as hope for better days.
I have to say after years of living in basements, attics, closets..having my own house to my self is nice.
I theory i should be very happy. I have my own bachelor pad, nothing to hold me down, could pay off my school loans very soon, while not happy at work i am not miserable either.
I just feel like I am not close to any one any more. I hang out with Pinky, and Kris from time to time, but that is about it. Even they are a bit distant wrapped up in their own worlds raising kids, living.
I go to work, read the news online, maybe play some games, read books, sleep, and that is about it.
I am going to try to start pushing myself to be learning again, take up again on chemistry, some foreign languages, and math.
I am going to try to go back to school this summer, this fall for sure, I am wasting away. I need to be involved in something of some significance.
I guess i will watch the rest of the 3rd season of arrested Devopment to make happy, or finish re-reading johnny got his gun to be sadder..then go to sleep.
And hope my pillow will drift away to life worth living.
Hurts....
I was taking a room service tray out of the elevator tonight, and some house keep had a broken wine glass hidden under a napkin. So when i picked up the tray the glass jumped out like a knife to cut a big gouge out of my hand stabbing me.
nothing really that bad, though a bit deep, hurts a bunch now though, so I am bloging about it to the no one that reads this...lol oh well can read this later some day and remember it maybe.
On a better note am riding me bike to work again so i feel a little less depressed then i have lately. Though the MORE snow we have tomorrow and this week end will put a stop to it for the weekend will start again on monday I think. Forgot how good it feel to glide flying across the land powered only by your own energy and exploited physics.
I am mostly settled in the new place now...still no neat name for my neo villae but will think of something soon I am sure. After three versions of Snargs House of Sin, and two of the Fortress of Solitude need something capture my attempts at community involvement as well as hope for better days.
I have to say after years of living in basements, attics, closets..having my own house to my self is nice.
I theory i should be very happy. I have my own bachelor pad, nothing to hold me down, could pay off my school loans very soon, while not happy at work i am not miserable either.
I just feel like I am not close to any one any more. I hang out with Pinky, and Kris from time to time, but that is about it. Even they are a bit distant wrapped up in their own worlds raising kids, living.
I go to work, read the news online, maybe play some games, read books, sleep, and that is about it.
I am going to try to start pushing myself to be learning again, take up again on chemistry, some foreign languages, and math.
I am going to try to go back to school this summer, this fall for sure, I am wasting away. I need to be involved in something of some significance.
I guess i will watch the rest of the 3rd season of arrested Devopment to make happy, or finish re-reading johnny got his gun to be sadder..then go to sleep.
And hope my pillow will drift away to life worth living.
I sat down and finally played it through tonight...it was more amazing then i thought it would be...on a sad note though...
I miss my Weighted Companion Cube...
I mourn you Weighted Companion Cube I mourn you...
I miss my Weighted Companion Cube...
I mourn you Weighted Companion Cube I mourn you...
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