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Wednesday, June 02, 2004

The dust and the screaming:

She doesn't need pants!You should all know by now that I go through periods of extremely prolific writing, when I'll post every day, and then I'll be silent for a while. It's kind of like manic depression, but with less lithium.

I've been somewhat busy lately - work is super hectic, but it's hectic in that "I'm spending my entire life in meetings, please gouge out my eyes with a spork" kind of way. Fortunately, I am able to do much of this while working from home, which generally means I am wearing South Park pajamas while writing documentation and participating in conference calls. If I ever start my own company, I will insist that my staff do a lot of work in their skivvies. In my experience, it leads to greater productivity.

I've abandoned the idea of having a party at my loft for the time being - though this will probably trigger anguished cries like "nooooooo!" and "why, God, why?" and will bring about much gnashing of teeth, it is just too fucking hot in there in the evenings already and were I to cram that many people inside my space at this time of year at least two of you would spontaneously combust. Though I enjoy nothing more than setting people on fire, it's just too hazardous with all the flammable items I have in my house like the cat and the meth lab. I'll have another party in the fall, I promise.

This weekend: photography exhibit & all-day seminar. Next weekend: big-ass concert with my friend Dorky. Weekend after that: ? And the weekend after that: Profit.


babbled by Kat @ 9:40:00 AM | |