ducksarecrazy

I'm moving on Saturday- two buildings over. It counts. It's amazing how much shit I own. Especially considering how much I've thrown away in the last few years. It's almost as though I have a certain quota of possessions, and if I'm under, the universe will remedy it.

Anyway, I figured since it was so close and there was no reason to rent a truck,...
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I forgot I have a birthday. Not in the literal sense, but there's so much going on between work and moving, and my girlfriend is back from another continent; I just haven't given it thought at all.

Suddenly, people want to know what I'm doing for my birthday.
I'll be 29. I'm not one to get anxious about aging or any of that bullshit, I...
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Less than 24 hours! The last time I had this much anticipation for something, I was 6 and it was Christmas Eve.
Shit, if I didn't have the whole "employment" thing I'd take some vicodin and sleep through it.

Work is getting busier, and when it rains it pours; so I don't have anything of import to stick up here.
Instead, here's a generic blog standard:

What's on my ipod?
A little something for anyone who hates when people don't list bands in their profile.

Cake
Misfits
Otis Redding
Morphine
Willie Nelson
Prince
Talking Heads

Yes, these are all good things.
I hope the...
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It's hot and muggy, and I am sans AC until I move in August. I can't sleep, and I feel gross. All I can really do is take shots of vodka and sassafras liquor until I'm too worn out to fall asleep.

I'm drawing pictures of the devil's coffee cup. That seems important.

I tired of the trauma blog. Here's a list of things I've accomplished in the last week.

-Worked on the painstakingly slow Dinosaur Tea Party painting.
-Reread The Big Sleep, halfway. Stopped at the same place I did four months ago.
-Played every single U.S. released SNES game, at least long enough to sort them into "good" and "shit" categories.

Having contemplated these acheivements, I...
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I won't jinx anything just yet, but today was pleasant. I've had a solid week of some anxiety and panic attacks on top of a serious bout of depression and what was uncomfortably (to say the least) close to a psychotic break. Such fun times that aside from work (an exercise in people avoidance) I stayed in my apartment the whole time, self-quarentined, aside from...
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Two more months. Two more months. Two more months.

To follow up the last post....I didn't get the invite to the art fair. I'm a little disappointed (mostly about the wasted application fee), I don't have the means or the money to do any big shows outside of this area. At this juncture, I haven't given myself a lot of choice I'm pretty much homeless if I can't find a way to make more...
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I don't know what's more agonizing, waiting around to find out if you've been accepted for something (doesn't matter what, but in my case it would be a very lucrative booth in an art fair), or that in order to continue doing what you really want to do you have to play by someone else's rules.

I'd gotten to the point where I could actually...
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