oddly optimistic

I've walked to the library. Ian's at work. Actually, he's probably home by now.

I have no job, no money coming in, and a car that needs some serious repair work...and it's pretty fucking cold. All that b.s. about liking cold more than heat, well....I'm a thin-blooded pansy it would seem. It's hard to fight just staying in a warm bed, as opposed to getting up and moving about, being productive. But productive I am trying to be. So here I sit, getting ready to check the online want ads again. I've already looked a a few writing contest deadlines and I'm trying to work on some short stories inbetween research for the book. Basically, all I've been doing is watching movies, reading, working out a bit, going out occasionally, working at the bookstore very occasionally, and playing video games with Ian (Paperboy mostly, but he got me to play Balder's Gate with him a few times. I like my big sword.) He needs boy friends, and not gay ones. I try though.

Got a fondue pot for X-mas, a gift certificate to a comic book store (which I used to buy some Arsenic Lullaby, and a few other things. I didn't get very much, and I'm glad, because I don't have the money to reciprocate. Because I'm a selfish prick who moved at Christmastime when you're supposed to be doling out the cash to buy things for those you love. That's not your anger, that's mine. But I'm making a few presents, and that makes me feel better. I just wish I had the money to get some nice digital photos printed. :/ So even when I try and by-pass the commercialism of this holiday, the Money Thing rears up in one way or another.

I'm not really that angry. I was a few days ago though.

We spent Cheesemas with Jason (friend, and our roomie) and his families. One side on Christmas Eve and the other on Christmas Day. They're very nice and it was actually really pleasant. They fed us and even gave The Ian and I presents. :}

I just finished Steve Martin's new book. It was even better than Shopgirl. I'm in the process of reading other books which I could impress you with, but I'm too anal and too lazy to type them out, underlined and appropriate.

I should start my job search now.
I miss many of you. I think I miss California. I'm not sure.

I think I need to "suffer", the age-old, tired excuse of being an "artist".

gratuitous sidenote

Before I left KS, I found my old earmuffs. They're disembodied Cabbage Patch heads. And if that isn't creepy enough for you, I'm in the process of painting them to look like Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons. Pictures soon.

Also, I hope everyone (who's already received them) enjoyed their Cheesemas cards. I certainly enjoyed making them. Googley eyes make everything better. Jen taught me that. Ah done learn-ed good.

Hedwig (the fish) passed away yesterday. He was pretty old, so I don't think I killed him. R.I.P.

There was something else of unimportance, can't remember...fuggit.