This cleaning thing is exhausting.

Scott's is still sick.

Monday - 4 hours
Tuesday - 11 1/2 hours
Wednesday - 6 hours
Thursday - ??

It's been one of those weeks.

Men of Madrona (minus Dirk David) went on a little excursion to see a bizzare parking job today. It was a loose interpretation of stack parking. I felt a little self conscious taking pictures with the police and the witnesses/car owners there, but things like that don't happen very often. You have to find things to do in this town.

Back home.

Layoffs are scary. Especially at this time. Living is hard with just one income... health insurance is another thing altogether.

anxieties

For the thrid day in a row, Scott's sick. That means I get much more than my fair share of computer time. I'm getting cabin fever or something. So far, it's been 19 hours or so this week of the same thing. I guess this would be where a book or something would come in handy. I have to think of different ways to kill time.

I'm not keeping up with some things. Dishes started piling up in the sink, my whites are still on top of the dryer, I have two months worth of upopened mail waiting for me, my bike is just sitting in the garage with two flat tires, and I have a grip of uncooked food in the fridge. At least I'm paying the bills.

Tapioca Express. University Club parking lot. The ATMs. I feels like old times again. Damn #1's. It's all about the #8's now. And "track #8."

I'm exhausted.

I need to find something else to do with my time soon. You can only read so much online. Eventually, you have to do.

Things are slowly being put into perspective.

I'm gonna be tired tomorrow.

Everyone wears a costume. I guess mine is camouflage.

Apparently it works better than I ever thought it would.

I'm on a crazy dream streak, extending back the last week and a half or two weeks.

From yesterday: I was back in school for postbac work, sitting in a calculus class in the CS building, thinking, why the heck do I have to take this class? I already fulfilled this requirement. Some people in my class were talking about some contest/sweepstakes thing to become a professional singer. They told me about it, saying why go to school when I could become a singer? I thought about it for a second, then thought to myself, "I'm not even that great of a singer... and it's a freaking contest/sweepstakes! It's not guaranteed!" For some reason, I found myself outside the classroom on the balcony around the CS building. It was cloudy outside, but they were filming a commercial for a website called supercars.net. They had a banner that two guys were holding, and I was in the commercial with a girl singing some line like "I love super-cars dot net." I sang my part (I love super) and then the girl came in singing "cars" and then the two other guys just cut off the filming. Then Mel woke me up.

From this morning:There was some part involving a parking garage. I saw standing near my car and saw a near collision. Then I saw another guy try to squeeze by a car waiting for a spot. I thought he was being a jerk. Then he just drove into the bumper of the car in front of him. He didn't stop though, and then hit another car. And another. Six different cars total. I couldn't believe my eyes. (Then I forgot everything else until this point): I was talking to David somewhere. He mentioned some girl with the last name Abella, but that I probably didn't know her. I told him there was a girl who went to my high school with that name, but she moved after two years. She'd have to be a lot younger than you, I told David. He said yeah, she moved there and finished high school there. For some reason though, David came from up north. (I forgot the rest).

Saturday wore me out. After watching David's bball game in Brea, we went over to the Spectrum. I forgot how much I abhor that place, especially from the outside. It feels like one big parking lot of material excess. Once we got walking around, it wasn't so bad, but I've been avoiding eating out as much as possible, so I just walked around. I think I'll buy one of those books they have at Urban one of these days, like the How to Live Without Dying book. I need to start reading again. I think I've read one book this whole year.

PCN was the experience I've come to expect, but it always feels different every year. Skit was great, but it didn't tie things up like I expected it would. I think the technical difficulties were the biggest setback, but I can't fault the rest of the production for that. I could have done with the incessant and mindless comments from the people behind me. Our PUSO commercial got the shaft... almost no audible dialogue. I got to a see a whole lot of faces I haven't seen since who knows when, and you remember some things that you've forgotten. It's a good reality check. A lesson in personal history. Then it was off to the Hat with YFC and LOG.

some people draw lines
sometimes you cross them
sometimes you ignore them
sometimes you erase them

Yesterday was kind of life an extended dream. Wake up early and go to work while the delirium kicks in, and then carries over through choir practice, mass, and the second shift at work. Came back to Madrona to chill for a while and watch some movies. I guess I should avoid movies that evoke certain emotions. There's no need to get caught up... I need to keep my head straight. Later, I went over with Martin to visit Lauren and Adam. It's been a long, long time since we were all in the same room. It was good reminiscing, talking about valet, cat allergies, the NBA playoff system, the other old roommates, and school stuff. I finally got to see the inside of Henry's while Martin picked up some groceries, then talked about the drought. I proceeded to crash on the futon from 10 till almost 2 am with the tv on. I couldn't fall asleep again until 3 am, but the whole time I felt really uncomfortable... too hot, then too cold, wrong side of the bed, shirt twisted, shorts twisted, back not straight, nose running... I forgot how allergic I used to be to cats. I should've went for a walk.

It'll rain eventually.

Say anything.

Please.

Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta

It was a good morning, despite having to work, and not getting enough sleep, and the heat. Sometimes you just can't explain it.

I'm just as confused as ever.

After PCN, I'm pretty worn out. I had a headache pretty much all day and my teeth were aching for some reason. It's too bad the early technical difficulties left everyone without sound at certain key parts.

It's interesting to see where lines are drawn... but then again, I shouldn't be surprised.

And it's back to work in 6.5 hours.