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Seriously. It's annoying that during the day I'm slaving away trying not to get to distracted by random thoughts and that's when I come with all kinds of things I could write down in a journal...and then night comes along and I have oodles ofr free time and I can't think of one really worthwhile thing to mention.
Some oozing sadness has gotten the better of me in the past few days and I felt like retreating to my hiding place (here, in plain sight).
Molasses has been in Washington DC since last Tuesday and returns tomorrow afternoon. Most Cam friends went off for a long weekend, ostensibly to game at SCARE, but most people barely even suited up when outside the hotel was all of New Orleans. So I was a little jealous. But mostly lonely.
Three or more days, all by myself, alone in my head. Not really good for me.
All in all, I've been getting by. I've been a bit too extravagant over the past couple months and it's caught up to me. So I was alone *and* poor.
But on the upside I have enough soup to get through a nuclear winter.
Living in Long Beach now, so on top of everything else the commute is not very fun and what with gas prices shooting through the roof I'm spend a bit of hard cash to keep my little Ford going.
Today I tried out the commute on the Metro trains and while the time passes easily enough it takes two and a half hours(ish) to go one way between Pasadena and Long Beach. So I can either burn a crapton of gas and fuss with traffic and get to work in a little over an hour or I can be a concienscious commuter and get up at five every morning and get home no earlier than 715pm. Yeah, I dunno. Neither one is pleasant.
I can't remember what else I had to talk about. I've been rereading Sandman which is great fun. The only problem is I forgot how much nudity there is in it and how that can attract a bit of unwanted attention on the Metro. So far I've avoid kids reading over my shoulder, but not such much with creepy older men.
I've loved and missed the characters. MMhh yummy. }:>
well if you think of something I should write about let me know. g'night.
Some oozing sadness has gotten the better of me in the past few days and I felt like retreating to my hiding place (here, in plain sight).
Molasses has been in Washington DC since last Tuesday and returns tomorrow afternoon. Most Cam friends went off for a long weekend, ostensibly to game at SCARE, but most people barely even suited up when outside the hotel was all of New Orleans. So I was a little jealous. But mostly lonely.
Three or more days, all by myself, alone in my head. Not really good for me.
All in all, I've been getting by. I've been a bit too extravagant over the past couple months and it's caught up to me. So I was alone *and* poor.
But on the upside I have enough soup to get through a nuclear winter.
Living in Long Beach now, so on top of everything else the commute is not very fun and what with gas prices shooting through the roof I'm spend a bit of hard cash to keep my little Ford going.
Today I tried out the commute on the Metro trains and while the time passes easily enough it takes two and a half hours(ish) to go one way between Pasadena and Long Beach. So I can either burn a crapton of gas and fuss with traffic and get to work in a little over an hour or I can be a concienscious commuter and get up at five every morning and get home no earlier than 715pm. Yeah, I dunno. Neither one is pleasant.
I can't remember what else I had to talk about. I've been rereading Sandman which is great fun. The only problem is I forgot how much nudity there is in it and how that can attract a bit of unwanted attention on the Metro. So far I've avoid kids reading over my shoulder, but not such much with creepy older men.
I've loved and missed the characters. MMhh yummy. }:>
well if you think of something I should write about let me know. g'night.
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