6.27.02

Ya know what I hate? When you’re going to be gone for the weekend, so you don’t want to go out and buy a new gallon of milk or loaf of bread because you’re going to be gone and don’t want it to go bad so soon after you get back, and then come Thursday morning, your bread has mold on it and you run out of milk for your cereal. I hate that.

Yes, I’m coming home for the weekend. An old family friend is getting married, plus I haven’t seen the fam in a while, so I’m making the three-hour trek north. Should be fun as I expect to see some people I haven’t seen in ages and I’m sure we’ll catch up over a few drinks (or maybe I’ll be the only one drinking, I don’t know).

The only bad thing, I mean, it’s a good thing, but it’s also bad – I tried on my old suit coat last night and, naw, it doesn’t fit me at all, way too big. I looked like I did back in my old Circuit City days (some of you will get that reference). I overlapped the lapels of the coat to where they should be to fit properly and were it a double-breasted coat, I’d be fine; alas, it is single. So, again, a good thing, but also a bad thing as now I’ll only be able to wear a shirt and tie instead of looking dapper in my suit. Sure, I could try to go to Men’s Wearhouse or something and get a new coat, but when you’re built like I am (short lil’ legs and too long torso, the perfect build for increased risk of heart disease apparently), there’s no way a coat off the rack is going to fit. I live in a tailor-made world, my friend, and no amount of weight loss is going to change that. But, what are you going to do? Besides, it’s gonna be way too damn hot for a suit coat this Saturday anyway. Right? Yeah, I’ll still feel like a heel. I knew I should have tried this thing on like a week ago.

Been doing a lot of reading and writing this week, as well as fitting in a few movies, so I’m finding a happy medium. I’ve discovered the joys of having a kitchen table – the greatest invention ever. At least two meals a day I sit down to this glass-topped sanctuary to eat and read. Last week I read almost all of “Choke” by Chuck Palahniuk, author of “Fight Club”, while sitting at the table (the first few chapters I read late one night before going to bed). Now I’m starting the next in his library, “Invisible Monsters”, in anticipation for “Lullaby” which comes out in September and, according to his website, will be featuring a book signing right here in STL. I am so there.

Speaking of writing, a little reminder, The Boundry will be re-opening next week, July 5. I already have stories ready for every week in July, so there will be no gaps or delays (barring any technical difficulties). I’m really excited about what I have and, I just realized, July is pretty much all going to be in the horror genre. Huh. I guess I’ve had a lot of darkness on the brain lately.

Got a haircut – didn’t go with the buzz like I was thinking, though you can barely tell that. I might as well have gone with a #2. Maybe I will next time.

Still waiting to hear about this new GIS job. I haven’t been this stressed out about anything in quite some time. Maybe it’s just my cynical, pessimistic mind at work, but I have a really bad feeling about this one. God, I’m not looking forward to hitting the job market again. I sometimes wonder if I should even bother. Maybe I was made to toil away at shit jobs and never go anywhere in life. To only be happy when I’m writing, but forever fate will be feeling ironic and never let me get anything published. God, I hope I’m wrong.

Speaking of, I guess my story submission to the CHUD.com appendage didn’t make the cut, as it’s been over a week since I sent it in and have gotten no response. Eh, what are you going to do? It would be nice, however, if they’d let me know one way or the other instead of just…nothing. Rejection is better than wondering.

Despite my suit coat not fitting because of my gut disappearing, I feel like I’m hitting a brick wall again in my progress. Maybe it’s because I’m really not losing weight anymore, but simply fluctuate two or three pounds every other day. Maybe it’s because of the frustration and stagnation of my job situation that’s not helping things. I don’t know. I can’t figure it out. I’m torn right now between either only doing cardio for the three or four days I’ll have available next week or just skipping the whole week all together as a symptom of burnout. I hate it when shit like this happens.

The fire alarm is going off in our building. Should I be worried? No one else seems to be. It’s pretty sad when the only thing I worry about burning up is the hard drive in my computer. It has all my writing stuff, websites, graphics, pretty much every little project I’ve been working on for the last year on it. I wish I had a CD-ROM burner so I could get this stuff off of here for just such an emergency.

Well, I’m feeling plenty apathetic today, so I think I’ll just head out for now. Next week should be interesting as it will be a July 4 update. Sadly, I will probably spend part of my Independence Day locked inside the building here at work, chained to my keyboard writing or doing who knows what else. Have a good weekend.

Space Monkey X