I Got So Much Love, I Don't Know Where to Put It!
2003-07-10 � 6:12 p.m.

Where oh where has the Temek been? Oh where, oh where —

Nuts on that.

Yes, I have been absent, sort of, from here. I've had a new job to do, for one thing. That's sapped my mental energies. Not that the job is difficult (pretty far from that, actually), but it is always stressful starting a new position. Plus I do not function well in very structured environments...which this is, sort of. Everyone in their person is very, very liberal, but...

Okay. It shouldn't matter, but I sit at a computer all day long at this new job, right? And I have ZERO control over my workstation. ZERO. This chaps my hide. It shouldn't matter...but it does.

Shew.

Besides that, the job is mildly interesting. Lots of marketing-speak going past my head, lot's of retail-talk of shipments and fulfillments and procurements and such. But no actual mints which is too bad. I could go for a mint.

Also there has been the heat. DAMN YOU, HEAT!

I had a disease over the weekend, given to me by my mother. It came in a blue cover and had something like eight hundred pages. Yes, I had a serious case of "Harry Potter-itis" which I managed to get over in about seven hours.

INHALED!

Sniff. I love Harry.

On Sunday, I went with my mother and sister to the Waterfront Blues Festival, where I was stepped on by drunk middle-aged Yuppies while I snarled my good Punk Rawk snarl at them and cursed their existence. This pain was mitigated by getting to see the goddess-like Etta James in person. Her soul was so big it was hanging off the stage in folds.

This may come as sad news to some who used to live with me, but we're getting another roommate. The third bedroom has been empty since Bil joined the Navy, but since my new employer offers me substantially less than my previous one in compensation, I felt the need to take my freind Ross up on his desire to move in.

Yes, Ross. He called me up and delivered the bad news: he and his companion Liz were on the rocks. She had moved out, and he was stuck with the $1300.00 rent bill every month. Add to that the fact that he is a Network Consultant and that jobs are hard to come by, and he needed a place to live. He said, "I'd rather eat a bullet than move in with my mom."

I hear you, big dad. Please, come and be welcome.

Rest assured though, Bil — when you return, there will be a place for you if I have to build one.

I have volunteered to work for my father over the next couple of weekends in order to supplement my income. I guess this means that I have three jobs: my new, full-time gig at eMerchandise, working the door at the Bonfire on Saturdays, and now as some sort of Loop Installer for Traffic Detection.

My roommate Skot, on the other hand, has no jobs.

But when working for my parents all night long, I should be making about $40.00 an hour, which ain't too shabby. Too bad my parents won't pay me that under the table. As it is, I should get a couple hundred dollars per night after taxes. Woo!

My friend Bryan is back in the hospital for more observation. This bothers me. The poor devil — there was never a soul less deserving of the tomrent he has had to undergo. How scary is unspecified brain malfunction?

It's scary.

I'm gonna get out of here and spend some money I don't have on beer. 'Lates, yo.

-t

P.S. — Electric Six on Saturday!!! W00t!

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