| Feb. 17th, 2002 @ 06:44 am (no subject) |
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Morning.
Its been forever since I wrote anything in here. I'm not sure if I'm ashamed of the fact or completely detached from factual analysis of the state. Logic confounds me on the issue.
I travel on Sunday. 12 hrs or so on a plane, from one place to another, four layovers, various in-between things. Travelling alone terrifies me, in many ways, and yet I keep doing it. Its like most things I'm utterly terrified by, I'm drawn to them repeatedly, and never sure if its because I feel the need to prove things to myself, or to prove things to everyone else.
At least once in the next 48hrs, I'm going to have to walk up to a complete stranger and ask them to take me to the restroom. Mmm, I suppose most any male'd be terrified by the prospect, though. We big, strong, tough males, so protective of our masks of virility. Takes a serious hit when you're out with your best girl at a ritzy restaurant and have to shuffle into the Ladies' while everyone watches. The best you can hope for is to brazen it out, look like you belong.
I'm sure everyone's just thrilled, hearing about my bathroom habits. But its one of those inevitable sets of questions I get asked, once people get to know me, get to think they can get inside my head, in my life. Its obvious, I guess, the questions. Necessary to figure out where I niche. Eh, I don't think I care anymore.
The laptop's all but set up to go. I've installed Scriptware (well, it stays installed) so I can bang on Fur is Murder once in a while, maybe during a layover, maybe during a flight. I also plopped on the full distribution of Erlang OTP, and a set of the libraries I use most. Plus, I installed Emacs to edit code in. Its for the best; I like the formatting help it gives.
Who knows? I might come home from Canada with a ready-to-go short film script, a chargen system for Fudge, and the next bit of the Shoujo Anime RPG complete. In a perfect universe. Which this one isn't. Maybe one of the three. I'd settle for that.
The left side of my jaw and lower lip seem to have reached agreement that, while sensation isn't allowable, constant aching pain is. I'm taking that as a good sign, myself, and just hoping its a function of the pain axioms healing before the more delicate bits. In the meantime, I'm taking acetaminophen. Yay. Maybe I'll scoop up the Lortab or even the Megeperin Fortis before I get on the plane. Might make flying more palatable.
Getting on toward the end of my shift here in the office. I was the only one that showed tonight; Quincy supposedly worked from home, but other than logging into IRC, I never really saw him doing anything. Not that this is new. I didn't do too much, either. There wasn't much to do.
Time to get the briefcase together, go hop in the TA, and zip home. Go, me. Yay. |
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