It sucks when promiscuous people proselytize about abstinence. No, not literally.

You continue to toil onward in obscurity, writing, speaking, thinking and after all is said and done it's just another exercise, it says nothing, and it has little to no value. Sad, isn't it? I wish so often that I were more engaging, that my writing actually said something. I'm not following my heart, I'm following other peoples' and wishing theirs were mine. So.

I should just settle down and start writing more music. At least it's something I know I can do. It's too hard, though, and I almost always work on pieces spontaneously. It's a good thing I have no ambitions to make a living that way.

I am afraid of wimpy bugs.

Our attic is hideous. Insane, really. Our garage is just as bad. I have no idea what I'm going to do with things I'm hoping to store. I wonder what mom will do with three bedrooms. She has her master bedroom, and she made Debi's old room her office.... what will my room be? A wardrobe?

So I'm trying to find information which would be useful for the NJ brunchmeet... This is taking hellishly long to load, plus I'm wishing I were in more direct contact with IsMa and... IF YOU DON'T FREAKIN' LOAD ALREADY I'M GOING TO HURT YOU. I really need more patience. Okay, so I have the schedule, but working out how many zones I'm going through is going to make my head spin.

Spin, with one n. Oddly, that was hard for me to write just now. I guess it's like the sandry thing. Crap, I wanted to write sandra, couldn't do it. Aargh. My fingers frequently get ahead of me when typing, but it's less Freudian slips, and more just force of habit, generally.

Okay, so I still have no idea what to do with this. *sigh* *bangs head against wall* I guess I should just get Greyhound tickets and use the extension on here from Atlantic City to Stone Harbor, or else I'm going to be dreadfully lost. Aie me. I guess I'm just going to call tomorrow. I can't bloody figure this out to save my life. Damnit, I'm not generally bad at these things, but there seems to be nowhere on this site which clearly delineates the zones so that I can begin to figure cost and do my comparison. *grumpgrump* Buggerit.

So I did it. I've got tickets from New York to Atlantic City. Whoo! Working out the last half hour of the trip shouldn't be too bad...
posted by Unknown at 12:15 AM