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Alex Jones and Harry Knowles: they both live in Austin, but Jones sounds like he should look like Knowles, and Knowles sounds like he should look like Jones. This is very upsetting.
Nah, I'm just kidding. She's not in the crawl space, but I am worrying about her. That whole gramma in the crawlspace thing reminded me of Lyle Lovett's Creeps like Me except Gramma instead of Uncle Leon. anyhoooooo
I have seen Harry Knowles around Austin many times, mostly at arthouse movie things. More notably, though -- and I know this makes me sound like an asshole -- I have smelt Harry Knowles from many rows away. I feel bad saying this publicly, but I hope it adds to the lore.
The past few nights I have just been practically manic come 10 p.m. (I'm a night owl, anyway, plus last night I was working out at 10, which can't be good for the sleep schedule). I've stayed up for hours, babbling to myself about work and boys and money.
The I'm Shocked light is failing to go on. Now, have you ever smelt iron, blood and truth, but there appeared to be no one around? That was Alex Jones.
*Not actually an admirer of Alex Jones, but currently weirdly fascinated by him*
I have to admit to a deep and abiding sense that if I don't answer this question all will be for naught. It does keep me up. I do not know the answer. The question is:
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
There is an answer, a woodchuck would chuck all the wood that a woodchuck could if a woodchuck could chuck wood, which I think we can all agree is completely unsatisfactory, speculative and anecdotal. Not only does it force the woodchuck into an intentional stance, it presupposes our willingness to rest in the uncertain knowledge of radical contingency. That kind of thing (contingency) is fine for history but just won't do for practical matters concerning woodchucks.
For reals- sharing a bed with someone usually means I get a *horrible* night's sleep, because they're kicking me, or hogging the covers, or giving off heat that makes me too hot to sleep. Lately even the dog is driving me crazy, because she's suddenly decided she wants to sleep on top of the covers instead of underneath, which makes it more likely I'll disrupt her in the night and she'll growl and fuss.
elizard's cat's fleas. When I'm there, they feast and I suffer. When I'm here, it's either eating too much or the pointless, nameless deads that creep up in the night.
Oh, or the 'just one more turn' syndrome.
I really like my job right now and find it totally fun and engaging. However, it is really challenging and difficult. I have a lot of moving parts to manage and a lot of people that I have to negotiate with all the time. The job takes on a bit of a Spartacus/Machiavelli tone from time to time, depending on my approach and what the context is. I have a lot of things I have to prioritize/push through by any means necessary, and generally a lot of scheming/planning I have to do.
I find I wake up nights doing this scheming. It's not quite dreaming about work. It's more like: once I let my mind go, it naturally veers toward work and what I need to be doing. I'm not wasting a lot of hours having surreal dreams about work situations that don't actually exist. I'm literally just sitting and planning all the time, as I'm on the pillow.
This is really too much. It's not that productive (though I do have some great ideas in this zone) and it keeps me from resting. What I really need is to be rested and fresh for when I go into work, so I've gotta figure out some what to overcome this. It continued happening throughout my recent vacation, which was discouraging. I couldn't seem to get away.
I got offered a new job. Not my ideal job but good money and money is what I am needing at the moment. I did the drug tests and had friends and former bosses called and questioned and my credit and criminal records looked at. It's my education that's the problem. One of my schools has lost my records. After two weeks of being yanked around one of the turds from the school finally admitted it.
So now, no new job and I need to see a lawyer about suing the school and of course if anyone else wants to confirm my background I still have a problem with a missing degree.
And the best part? That is just the tip of the shit storm that is keeping me up at night.
FUCK FUCK FUCK fuckity FUCK
On the upside the younger me would have been suicidal. The older me just wants to kick the shit out of someone.
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