let it rain

These are the days of our lives.

I paid my credit card late. Oh snap. $39 late fee. So I did what I had to. I called up my credit card company and asked them to waive it because I was such a great customer. They denied me. Man, that was a little humiliating. So I called again half an hour later. I gave a better excuse, and got my late charge waived, and 10 minutes later, qualified myself for 2 $15 cash rebates. $70 swing. Yuss. The second customer service rep was a whole lot more personable than the first guy.

There's a guy at the Costa Mesa post office that reminds me of my dad. But shorter. They speak almost the same, and act almost identical, and look a little alike. And despite waiting 15 minutes to get my package mailed off and neglecting to write any addresses on the box, he was really nice to me. It was like meeting my dad... if he wasn't my dad.

I work for some of the nicest people on earth. Seriously.

I'm going to be really sore for the next few weeks, but hey, it's all good. Something's gotta go.

Man I love rain. And driving. Driving in the rain. With some good music. Good.

There's something inherently wrong with the music industry. If capitalism wasn't so democratic, maybe a lot more great artists would be on the radio... instead of all the garbage. Yeah.

Good. Day. Night.

I hate commuting. I love driving.

Episode 15 really got to me. Life never will be quite the same.

Every day now it seems like I get tired around 5 or 6 in the afternoon and half the time I end up crashing and waking up around midnight. I'm not sure if it means I'm not getting enough rest or I don't have enough energy or I'm not used to having a normal sleep pattern. The heck?

Every day we see a few details in a very large picture. We can choose to imagine that the whole image is represented by those few details or that the details are simply details.

I've been awake 22 of the last 23 hours. Other than the fact I stretched 6 hours of activity over nearly 24 hours, it was a good day. Hopefully in a few days the car will be sold, the fridge will be off the balcony, I'll get a few free meals from Pippin, and I'll be able to get through all my video tapes and take care of all my photo stuff. It's like I'm working, but really, I'm not doing much.

It makes me miss school and finals week. Finals week used to be an extended 24-hour hangout/sleepover on campus with friends you haven't seen since 1st week, with some crazy hard finals mixed in. Now it's simply a week of finals. Yuck. Long live the old student center.

I think it's time to reset this clock of mine.

11 hours and counting.

I think this will be one of those days where I end up thinking there are too many hours in a day.

Track of the moment: smoke and mirrors - Rjd2

I was buying some things at Albertson's on Sunday morning and there was a father there with his daughter. She was getting into one of those carts for kids, which was shaped like a big red car with a basket sticking out the back or the front. Once she got in, the father started pushing the cart and she started shouting "Stop! Buckle me first!" Man, that killed me.

The first few rays of sunlight streamed through my bedroom at 7am. Why am I still up? I'm not tired enough to sleep, and not motivated enough to do much else. I think I should go outside. Then, I'll plan my next step.

Holy crap. We still have to get the fridge off our balcony.

No matter how hard you try, the best conversations take the least effort.

wide awake

It was around 6pm this time. Or maybe 7pm. I hit the couch hard and crashed the freak out. Right now I've been awake for an hour and the hunger pangs are diverting my attention from whatever I'm doing. I hope this isn't a habit. Three times in a week? I don't know.

The world needs more sociable strangers. There's something about unfamiliarity that results in honesty.

Time to bridge the gaps.

Damn.

I forgot to send in the rent check today. Outcome? We get slapped with a $50 fine, I can't use a personal check, and shit man, it's $50.

Never again.

Never.

say never. Hard lessons learned hard. I can't afford to blow $50 on stupid shit. Damn.

Otherwise, today was great. Work was fulfilling, noon mass, potluck and noon mass at 6:30 rocked, and Over the Hedge was pretty hilarious... at least the second half.

Effing rent.

I'mma stop slacking on this money issue.