I start the fourth class in my editing certificate program tonight, so I'll look even better on paper than a I do now. So that's cool.
I am suspending my World of Warcraft account after the Fire Festival.
I am upping the intensity and duration of my daily work out.
I am still looking for a new job. If you know any workplace that is looking for an editor or proofreader, let me know. I will move anywhere. I can survive in any country on the planet, possibly even those countries that are actively hostile to Americans.
I have lost some weight. How much, I don't know because I refuse to bend knee to vilely oppressing scales.
I am pissed about Battlestar Galactica's broadcast schedule. The executives at SciFi can eat a shitty hot dog.
I saw a cool show about hot dogs last night. More on that later.
I have been making tomato soup from scratch. Kinda fun.
I have been eating a lot of grilled cheese sandwiches with that tomato soup.
I have been drinking some pretty damn good coffee that a former coworker smuggled into the US from Ethiopea for me.
I have not been playing enough Guitar Hero.
I have been listening to some amazing music that really brings me down to the level at which I usually sink before rising again, higher than before.
I am indeed a fucking phoenix. I do not mean that when fucking, I rise again and again, though that would be kinda cool, if tiring. I mean that I crash and burn more frequently than (bad airline) and lie broken for a period of time of length as yet undetermined and then shoot up like a shooting up thing, to soar at heights previously unreached.