I got a good job and best of all, it *has to* be done by COB Tuesday. it will not drag on and onward. A smidge of weekend work is involved.

Also, I got the electrician people to take off $300 because there was no assistant. Even tho the guy who came got everything on the list done.

I guess I should be glad that there are things to think about. I should never or rarely feel like there isn’t anything to think about.

just now I was thinking about the idea of being excited about life. being excited about life implies… forward-looking. feeling good is not the same as being excited about about life. feeling good could just be… in the moment. por ejemplo I feel good when I’m running around in a field, but it doesn’t make me excited about life. things that have made me excited about life include meeting women, moving to other cities, getting a job (like, in the old sense, a full-time job) and creative things. I think there have been two cases when getting a full-time job made me excited about life. travel doesn’t qualify because I don’t travel for long. travel is more like running around in a field. getting a contract job doesn’t make me excited about life tho in some cases it dramatically improves my sanity. finding a writer that I identify with can in rare cases make me excited about life. art events generally, including readings, can have that effect, since they sometimes create the impression that something has been opened up in a way that will be lasting, tho often I have that expectation following an art event and then in some cases the effect turns out not to be lasting. oh yeah, going way back, school has made me excited about life. starting at a new school. the house doesn’t make me excited about life. I don’t think I’ve often been excited about life in recent years, tho I have felt good from time to time, such as when I am running around in a field.

I still duck a little bit and lean away from the places where the wires formerly were hanging.

cream cheese is a real hazard for my complexion. hazard with a z. hazard was spelled with a z back before lol cats and gangsta rappers took z usage mainstream. that’s why I have such deep respect for Gy Waldron and also the Nissan Motor Co.

coffee black with 2 ice cubes today.

some things to do.

my psychology has been a little wobbly in the night.

For the Turnstiles in my head.

I know from fb that my prom date has an interview to become a flight attendant. I guess it would be presumptuous to tell her that’s not her calling. we haven’t really spoken since 1993.

as the electrician was leaving today he said “I hope things get better for you.” I don’t think I had said anything to indicate I was struggling with anything.

wires tucked away. and in the basement I got one of those big outlets for a dryer. for resale mainly. I don’t use a dryer. maybe I’ll get one. I would use it a couple times a year. the next time someone lives with me for a couple weeks she might need a dryer.

I got a new starter motor in my car. not to brag.

not to brag, but an electrician is here. not to brag, but my frisbee team won 15-1 yesterday. I’m drinking coffee.

fucking property tax hearing scheduled for 4:30 on friday. some poorly scheduled futility.

it’s been almost two weeks since a week and a half ago.

time doesn’t bother me and I don’t bother it.

I barged in on some folks last night and we went to a bar on bladen/sburg. we were the only ones there, besides the bartender. the whole time we were there. as in, if we hadn’t been there, no one would have been there during the time we were there. except the bartender. nifty place.

that’s what I call a headless review.

I was up until 2:30 last night tho I got home around 1 or 1:30. and yesterday I woke up at 5 a.m. So I was up for about 22.5 hrs. hungover today , a bit haggard, tho I didn’t drink a lot.

oh man. nothing. still a few flying biters out back. not many. but enough to put a sitter downer on edge. on alert. and alert is something I don’t wish to be on. not to a flying biter.

that beer knocked me out. what a horrible thing to do to myself. I was… what is the word… subhuman. kind of .. not that I always.

the kitchen situation was real close to being out of hand. the bottles and cans. boxes. I don’t like to put big cereal boxes and silk cartons and such in the trash because I feel like I’m just putting air in the trash. so I just pile them on top of things. not a good practice. it’s a couple steps away from freezing trash. wull there was a smell so I cleared all that stuff out of there, and it wasn’t that hard really.

I’m not listening to music. I was really addicted to a band called “the xx” for about three days about a week ago. they’re good but super dooper hyped and it’s a little distracting cuz it draws my ears to the aspects of the band that I think could be blamed for that kind of fat part of the critical bell curve reception. they’re pretty good but not that good. representative. that said, I’m going to

oh thank god I got a haircut. every song is a comeback, it has been said.

drinking my first beer since sept 7. it’s a red hook esb. it’s very bitter. I guess it’s supposed to be. I’ve had four sips and I’m already drunk. the beer is only down to the bottom of the shoulder.

I got a haircut. I went to the gym. I had a lengthy argument with a nat’l capitol p’olice occifer re: scooter parking on the sidewalk. he was all like don’t do that. and I was all like, you know what dc cops say when they see me park on the sidewalk. they say lock it up good. then said I where is the bike rack? he said he thought there might be one down there by that other occifer, who was also a nat’l capitol. so I went down there and said hey do you mind if I lock my scooter to a light post? and he was like no I don’t mind, cuz we don’t really enforce traffic laws, so do what you want. so I went back to the first light post by the first occifer and said hey your friend told me it was ok to chain to a light post and he told me you all don’t enforce traffic laws anyway. and then occifer #1 was like wull I’m going to call the dc p’olice on you if you chain up there. and things went on in this way and I barely resisted advising him to get a job. so I just took the scoot around to the other side of the block, out of sight out of mind, and chained it to the light post there.

got my car started and made a much needed trip to the dump. I accidentally went in the wrong way a few different ways (it’s possible), and then some guy in one of those buildings told me they weren’t open to the public until 1:00. wull, not to be denied, I found a trailer with some stuff that looked kind of like my stuff and I put my stuff in there. and then I went out.