Sometimes

Someone else puts my mood into words a hell of a lot better than I ever could. Thus, the Jill Sobule song "Rock Me To Sleep."

Six in the morning
Been up since three
I wish I had somebody to rock me to sleep
The sun won't be melting these snowy white sheets
Wish I had somebody to rock me to sleep
Rock me to sleep
Rock me to sleep
Wish I had somebody to rock me to sleep

The book on the bedstand
The little TV
The drink and the ashtray
Keep watch over me
The long dark shadows of the sycamore tree
Wave and keep me company
Keep me company
Company
The long dark hands of the sycamore tree

Take me in your arms and hold me
Till I close my eyes
Till the streetlamps die
And the traffic rumbles

Rock me to sleep
Rock me to sleep
I wish I had my mother
I wish I had my father back
I wish I had my baby
I wish I had somebody to rock me to sleep

I do wish the song that defined my mood was a little more upbeat, but there you have it.

Dumb Day

I really had my dumbass cap on yesterday. In addition to ongoing stupidity (job search shenanigans, assorted time wasting), here are some of the highlights of my day yesterday:

1. Accidentally grating part of my right index finger while attempting to grate cheese.

2. Deciding that I would walk back from dropping my car off at the shop since the shop's courtesy shuttle wouldn't be back for half an hour. This would have made sense, were the shop not an hour and a half walk from my apartment.

3. Staying awake until 4am, then fucking up the AM/PM on my alarm clock and thus ensuring that I'll get next to nothing done today since I got up so late.

Bah. I need to try and find some way to reverse brain atrophy.

I Understand

Having watched way, way too much baseball over the last few days, this cartoon hits a bit close to home.

Did I Leave?

Some days, it seems like despite all this, I haven't left Northwestern. I still talk mostly to people either in Evanston or that I know from school.

I actually conducted an argument via IM between two people that were sitting four feet apart, 2,000 miles away from me.

I've spent most of the last few days fighting with my computer (to varying degrees of success), so I'm still somewhat surprised when I leave and see palm trees outside.

I've also been mostly sitting around and looking for a job, and fucking around on the internet when not looking for a job or fighting with my computer. Essentially, doing what I was doing back in Evanston, except featuring less human interaction.

Some days I question the wisdom of moving away from 98% of my friends, but I know, in the end, I need to be here. This is a place I can get a job doing what I want to do, or at least assisting with what I want to do.

Until then, however, I guess it's just gonna be a little weird for a while.

Why Is It...

...that when I really need to do something, I find every excuse possible not to do it, and delay it in as many ways possible until something random comes along and legitimately delays me?

It's October

How the hell did that happen?

Smorgasboard Of The Rationally Challenged, Indeed

Meet the inevitable California Gubenatorial Candidate from Venice.

This is going to be a very entertaining place to live.

AAAAAAARGH

Serious. Computer. Issues.

I've spent the last week fighting with this thing, and I spent most of this evening (and morning now) using Norton Systemworks to try and unfuck it. Results won't be clear until sometime tomorrow.

Anybody in the Los Angeles area got a catapult so I can give this thing the proper sendoff if it didn't work?

Damn

I'm so sad I missed the party.

The Cubbies are playing the Braves in the first round of the playoffs, so I think I'm going to have to reapply the voodoo curse I put on the Braves when they passed me over for a job at the beginning of the season (which was so effective that they lost five of their first six, so I took it off as an act of mercy).

Or at least I can say: Go Cubs!

Determination

Either my watch accidentally got thrown out, or the only time I'm going to find it is about five seconds after I get home from buying a new one, because I've looked everywhere in this little apartment, and I cannot fucking find the damn thing.

And to answer the obvious question a couple of people have already asked. No, I did not put it through the shredder. The shredder appeared three days after the watch disappeared.