blustocking | j'hante

I've been writing profusely in my paper journal. So I'm not sure what, or how, to write here anymore.

There is a tunnel that connects the state building to the capitol building. It runs underground for about a block. I walked down there today, just to check it out. The acoustics down there are great. I hummed, then sang, "Once Upon A Dream" from Disney's Sleeping Beauty. I have a few songs that I sing when I'm waiting somewhere or I am bored, because they match my voice well.

Yesterday, or rather, Thursday, I drove to Lawrence to go to a job interview. It pays more, isn't temp, and is in Lawrence. It's for NCS Pearson. I drove back in a thunderstorm, road one long strip of standing water.

I'm jonesin' for an argument.

Danielle sent me two boxes of Pocky. Bless her.

Happy Birthday to

spamsomytic. I hope it was e-vile and fun-filled. Fun-filled...what am I, a 99 cent birthday card?
Also, I think I've missed other people's birthdays and I most certainly haven't been paying enough attention to other people, so I'm sorry. I suppose I'm very self-absorbed at the moment. I don't think it's going to get better. I say that now, because I'm in a "mood". A stinky mood.

Everyone who's going to Comic-Con...join

hobopirate, PLEASE. Even if you aren't, join it, you bindle-headed, scallawag.

I had more, but none of it seems important at the moment.

I'm sick of working.
I need to write more. Thinking in fragments, one-word responses to unanswered questions...that do not make sense.