Okay, it's not jinxed. But it is under attack. Details to follow when decisions are made.

The Life Of The Party Must Decline Your Invitation To Dine

I began writing about what's been going on these past few weeks and then I re-read it and it all sounded so corny. Also, putting it down in cyberspace might jinx it. So I erased the whole thing and started over.

All you need to know is that in two weeks, I will be working somewhere else, and that I had to give up a lot to be working somewhere else. I'm still convinced that I've made the right choice. That's the definition of maturity, right?

So another chapter closes and another opens up. Hopefully there will be better stories to tell.

In other news: I sold my iPod. Or agreed to sell it. And as soon as I agreed to sell it i started to miss it. But one must move on...to iPod with video. Or a PSP. Counting my chickens' eggs' future chickens' eggs' future chickens again.

In other news: I have a stupid mouth, and, an even more stupid heart.

A Sense Of Identity

I sort of skipped this chapter. So much for that idea (see previous post).

It's been a weird month. Good weird or bad weird? A little of both, so it evens out to just regular weird. But even regular weird is enough to keep me from making a coherent post.

A Sense Of Safety

Still can't talk about it. Also, my head hurts so even if I could, I, uh...couldn't.

A few years ago, in an attempt to try to salvage my, err, skills, I bought a book called The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron. It's still the only book I've bought that can be categorized under self-help. (7 Habits doesn't count. It was already here when I got here.)

Anyway, despite something in the introduction that said that it wasn't the type of book one reads from cover to cover, that's exactly what I did; and that explains why I've gotten nothing out of it so far. So for a couple of years it's stayed on the shelf next to Blankets, which is one book you do read from cover to cover.

I don't know what this has to do with the new turning point in my life, but for some reason the events of the past few days made me want to try this again.

Invent

Like a lawyer on an ongoing case, I can't comment on things just yet. Suffice to say it's probably the first time in a long time that I feel blessed, and did not involve ogling.

In other news:

Because I am a stupid emotional person, I will probably not finish first in this Fantasy NBA season, because I refuse to let go of an injured Jermaine O'Neal. I refuse to let go because, well, generally that's what I am, and because he's one of the reasons I'm this high in the standings in the first place. Also because my lineup is full of shoot-first shooting guards.

I have been home for four straight Saturdays, and I have no artwork, hot body, or savings to show for it.

I have been on two blind dates this month. And I have come to the conclusion that I will die alone. With no artwork.

Kowloon House siopao is the best. siopao. ever. Okay, that's not really news.

People from the past are popping up: a good thing. Something to do before dying alone.

People, let's go out!

Is it March already? Good gawd.

Will post soon, when I get the time. Maybe tomorrow, whilst Websense is down at the office.