There Are Angels In Your Angles

And devils in your curves. The Decemberists are fantastic. I've had them on my iPod for like a month now but never got through more than a few songs. Now the album is running all day long. The Bagman's Gambit, We Both Go Down Together, The Engine Driver, and The Mariner's Revenge Song are all wonderful.

I'm staying in Arizona for about another month. My buddy in crime here at work said he almost cried when he heard. I wouldn't want to do this job alone either; my head would never get above water. Reasons for staying? Monies and time my friends, monies and time. More of both is very welcome at this point.

Today I feel good. I've been stressing out lately. I hate being poor when it affects someone else. I only laugh at myself when it's just me feeling the pinch. I know I could have done things differently, but here I am now. I'm trying not to waste energy with regret. I think my main problem was I had so much faith that I'd be able to keep this job and work remotely. It was the fulcrum of all my plans. But it didn't work out so now I'm scrambling to find some kind of balance. I just need a little break to get a leg-up and I'll feel a lot better.

I've started e-stalking R. Stevens. That guy has the life I want for myself. I should go back to college so I can teach kids stuff and get my webcomic going. Then I could have ample background so when I kidnap him and wear his skin around people won't know the difference... What? No, that doesn't sound creepy at all! Prude.

I almost decided to be an hour or so late for work today. I didn't want to get out of bed. Not in the grumpy way that focuses on all the crap I'd have to go through, but the subtle and more devious way that fixates solely on how great the sheets feel, how soft and loving the light coming in through the curtains is, and how adorable and tiny the smooth arm thrown over me is. The bed is tricksy and half-asleep math is always wrong in favor of slumber.

Okay, I better do some work. I want to leave in less than an hour and my ticket queue is bigger than my... well. It's big.

Have a great weekend, faithful readers.

- David

The whole body rejoices in unison from the complexity of it's multi-layered personalities to the simplicity of it's cells as it basks in the knowledge that it's been fed, it has shelter for the night, and it has just attempted to propagate it's species.