Tip of the Iceburg

You always say, bring you street-life, bring you real-life, that one man's desperate and mundane existance is another man's... techni-color. [[strange days]]
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the new new me

like the new look?

things have been bizzy.

massage/shiatsu classes. homework. world series playoff games. job hunting. job interviewing. waiting for silly job-people to call me back. massage/shiatsu practicing. trying to keep in touch with friends. trying not to spend so much time in front of my computer. helping with business school essays. trying to get enough sleep. trying not to have such wierd dreams when i do sleep. anatomy. practice. ren faire. reading. writing. trying to make time to flesh out some short stories.

i feel like i've been doing so much stuff i'm going to explode. i feel like i went from not doing anything to doing way too much. i'm not complaining too much tho. having lots to do is forcing me to schedule, plan, organize.

a brief update on the weekend:
had a quiet night at home friday. hung around the house and watched movies. woke up early on saturday (well, sort of early) and went out to faire. ale'd, pillow-fought, and remembered how much i enjoy doing faire. came home, hopped in the shower, and bounced back over to the beast-bay to see bob dylan in concert. that was pretty cool. he's a talented musician and a damn fine lyricist. his voice is as raspy as ever and some of the "old tunes" were a little strange.

today, i'm sore from getting whomped with pillows from twilziewop.

sunday *is* the day of rest this weekend.



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