i wrote one email tonight, and it was like, holy shit, how did i do that?

so, i decided to write here instead. know why?

because i'm a dick.

things to be known:

my day starts around noon, when i wake up and check the job market and my email, which obviously i will be terribly lax about answering.

then i have some juice, or water, or soda and some sort of breakfast.

then, i go stand on the porch and look at the sky shift for a long while.

then i come inside, have private time, take a nap and wake up sometime around the time my friends come home from work.

then i hang out with them til they want to go to bed.

then i hang out online until late.

then i go to my basement and play spider solitaire and listen to godspeed you black emperor until i can't play anymore, or til the music reduces me to a shaking mass of nonthinking.

and then i go to sleep.

yesterday i went out, that was nice.

the expanses of farms out here make me really happy. so do the weird small factory-like-things that are around the house. and the big factories that are in CR proper. except for the corn syrup factory. did you know that when they make corn syrup it smells like they are frying up wet cat food? it does. it's really gross. pretty much, if you are driving past adm, you can't breathe, or you may vom. but i really love the big tall smokestack things and i love the huge silos on the farms and the weird arms that go in them. it's so tim burton, but not in a stupid ironic winona ryder kind of way.

i think tomorrow i will go out again and get movies, and look for an art store. michaels eats about 80 bags of dicks. unless you want to make something totally horrid and ugly, with weird styrofoam things. or, you know, want to buy paint for like $5 per BASICS tube. RIP OFF! EAT MY ASS, MICHAELS!

other than that, i don't know what else i can look for around here. i would go to goodwill, but i don't really want to spend much until i either get my sweet pay off check or get a job, but preferably both. i should look for a used book store. nothing makes me happier than getting books for cheap, and then destroying them.

time to make another book, i think.

today, i went with jamie to grandma's house to check on stuart, who is extremely happy to be out of the garage and in a nice home. he came when i called him and was all purrcore, so he hasn't forgotten me, and will still love me when i take him home to my own place.

this made me extremely happy.

also, grandma hook us up with sugar cookies that kick ALL OF YOUR ASSES.

since it's 255am, and i am half crazed with solitude and the sound of wind outside, i would like to take this time to tell you that my current favorite diaries are ovidovi, banana3159, snailandsky, io- and punter.