mistergraves

Argh, prions!
Well, probably not, but my brain hurts.

I have an embarassing admission: I love the Dixie Chicks.

I think I found a good job for me, at least until I get word from the Green MBA program. I might even stick with this one for a while. When I came in this morning for orientation the boss lady took me into her office to tell me that she hired me so I could be prepped for a supervisor role.
Imagine, me giving orders.

So it's a guiltless job. We archive data, in electronic form.

I have 2 hours before I must sleep. Time to write music. I've been doing more music than I've posted. Some really pretty film score type stuff. First self-congratulatory gift if I hold this job more than a month will be a bigger stick of RAM.

Only drawback of this job is that I can't wear t-shirts. My version of "casual/professional" is a plain black (or white) fitted t-shirt under an unbuttoned suit jacket. Perhaps I can convince them to re-write the dress code for me.

Christ, how did I ever become so materialistic? Must be my material body. Oh well, my "opus" (as one person calls it) resides on my livejournal.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/xeroyne/