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I Finally Seem to Be Getting Through....
Feb. 22nd, 2003 10:29 pmLive Journal SUCKED for a while there.
This is so not cool.
So the snowstorm kinda sucked...but it got me off work. And late for work. And work today...but today is overtime, so that's good. And I worked some more on packing some of my stuff. And reading. Meditating and stuff too. Anythign to pass time. Spent quality time with my cell phone, talking to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
edrick, tecie, Tanner, donquixote, justchelsea and various others. Many intersting conversations.
Little voices in my head have told me that it is time to start writing what I am quite reluctant to call a Book Of Shadows. I'll just call it my book. Sounds less cheesy-Hollywood. So I bought a lovaly new wirebound hardcover sketchbook.
And this afternoon, when I came home from work, I took a nap. Woke up expending all kinds of energy. Hyperkinetic. Literally had these purple and silver streams coming off of my hands. And decided it was time to completely unblock myself for once...at least for a little while. I have not done that in a long time, since well before the backyard demon thing. And I'm not sure why I picked now, especially after the dream I had the other night about the World Trade Center blowing up again...only this time it was the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building. Woke up with my heart pounding, unable to breathe. And had the song Dust In The Wind stuck in my head for about a day and a half before and after. No fun.
Yay...Chelle just handed me $30.
Got a letter from Kathy today. *Happy dance*
And darnit, I wish I could find a Hooverphonic CD around here.
And I FINALLY lit up my firestaff. For about a minute. One of the neighbors threatened to call the cops. What's wrong with playing with fire in the street? (Especially when I'm surrounded by 3 feet of water) All I had was lamp oil. Not like I was using oh I dunno...white gas? But it was enough. Kinetic Fire. I was jazzed.
Speaking of which...I had a small challenge the other day in coming up with a good reason to give an elementally clueless lady at work as to why I should NOT be a firefighter. Somehow, I suspect that "Because I don't want to deal with an elemental ass-kicking" would get me funny looks. Eventually came up with something about not being able to deal with the stress.
This is so not cool.
So the snowstorm kinda sucked...but it got me off work. And late for work. And work today...but today is overtime, so that's good. And I worked some more on packing some of my stuff. And reading. Meditating and stuff too. Anythign to pass time. Spent quality time with my cell phone, talking to
edrick, tecie, Tanner, donquixote, justchelsea and various others. Many intersting conversations. Little voices in my head have told me that it is time to start writing what I am quite reluctant to call a Book Of Shadows. I'll just call it my book. Sounds less cheesy-Hollywood. So I bought a lovaly new wirebound hardcover sketchbook.
And this afternoon, when I came home from work, I took a nap. Woke up expending all kinds of energy. Hyperkinetic. Literally had these purple and silver streams coming off of my hands. And decided it was time to completely unblock myself for once...at least for a little while. I have not done that in a long time, since well before the backyard demon thing. And I'm not sure why I picked now, especially after the dream I had the other night about the World Trade Center blowing up again...only this time it was the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building. Woke up with my heart pounding, unable to breathe. And had the song Dust In The Wind stuck in my head for about a day and a half before and after. No fun.
Yay...Chelle just handed me $30.
Got a letter from Kathy today. *Happy dance*
And darnit, I wish I could find a Hooverphonic CD around here.
And I FINALLY lit up my firestaff. For about a minute. One of the neighbors threatened to call the cops. What's wrong with playing with fire in the street? (Especially when I'm surrounded by 3 feet of water) All I had was lamp oil. Not like I was using oh I dunno...white gas? But it was enough. Kinetic Fire. I was jazzed.
Speaking of which...I had a small challenge the other day in coming up with a good reason to give an elementally clueless lady at work as to why I should NOT be a firefighter. Somehow, I suspect that "Because I don't want to deal with an elemental ass-kicking" would get me funny looks. Eventually came up with something about not being able to deal with the stress.
