Fucking verizon. Fucking bad wiring. Having 15 minutes of connectivity a night is really starting to piss me off.

*sigh*

So in the house of love, not much has been going on. Guru and I had a quiet, interverted weekend. He, slowly revolving around his plot for the next game; me, enveloping the zulu's with my massive culture in civ III. Fun was had by all.

We've also been watching/reading scifi like it is going out of style, though I've taken time out recently to crack open the bible again as well as a post-mortem on the vietnam war. Though I do not listen to the news, apparently the current of war is running through our minds. Probably in the back, in typical N fashion. Also, batz.

Over medicated the fish on Friday. Won't do that again. Poor pothos sort of floated around stoned for 30 minutes, due to a typo on the medication. He's doing better now. I've got a heat lamp on him, so that when our front room drops to 72 degrees, he won't freeze. I may break down and get a 10 gal, for the only reason that all medication comes in that dosiage.

Went stomping through our great backyard on sat. Guru came and we found all sorts of great knooks and cranies that you use to love as a kid. Great places to poke and prod mother nature. Funny what you find structure-wise in a 50 year old town's gulley. It's going to be wonderful when the leaves start to change.


Also took time this evening to send the letter of rejection to aip. I'm suppose to start an asthetics class online tomorrow and I just can't face it. No, instead I've emailed a few string resources, to see if I can get playing again. Though I don't want to over book my evenings again, I think playing is a good idea. Never hurts to start building networking in the string community.

Also, I need some yarn and eggs.

I have been toying with the notion of leaving things be for the rest of the season, and begin to move my motor sometime in January. I think I should keep trying to make more money. But I also think that I am tired of always racing ahead of my ambition. It's just a matter of time before it squishes me flat.