Guess what arrived in the mail?
Jun. 3rd, 2005 10:15 pmLet's see... the Doctors Foster and Smith kitty catalog. Ah yes, I miss having a kitty. I'd get one but I'm not home enough and kitty would get pissed off. Translation, objects would get pissed on.
Junk mail for a GM Mastercard. Like, maybe they don't fathom the "Dante is Leaving Debts Behind" vibe. Then again, my only cards are Sears and NTB. If I had a real bind, I could screw myself. Bah! I can get a credit card with a real rate.
oh, what's this? My credit union. Hmmm, well, the monthly statement arrived last week. What could this be?
oh wow!
It's frickin MINE! I even took the time to airbrush vital details. (Yes, I had to break out the Gimp to do that.)
In other words, I highly recommend eight hours of sleep each night. My anxiety, paranoia, obsessive-compulsive tendencies, heavy emotional waves and inability to concentrate all drop off once I've had a full compliment of rest each night. Work has been so much easier the past couple days all because I came to work refreshed. I'd look at my work stack and say "answered that dude, solved that, can close that, groovy, yes, done... and back to reading Rolling Stone." I don't even feel so whiny about my state o' lack o' relationship!
Unfortunately, it does mean I notice my apartment is a mess. Again. Cripes.
When I was in college, I got a letter informing me I was screwed out of a semester's vital funds with almost no explanation. It had the ending line "Sincerely, Loan Organizations". I mean, the damn line was printed through a carbon and it has the bollocks to say "sincerely" about who it is/n't. Thus my comment above.
That's enough for now. Wish
fuzzplugjones a happy burfy this weekend and I'll write more after I've built this Win2k box into a WinXP Pro box.
-slight retouching, Dante
Junk mail for a GM Mastercard. Like, maybe they don't fathom the "Dante is Leaving Debts Behind" vibe. Then again, my only cards are Sears and NTB. If I had a real bind, I could screw myself. Bah! I can get a credit card with a real rate.
oh, what's this? My credit union. Hmmm, well, the monthly statement arrived last week. What could this be?
oh wow!

It's frickin MINE! I even took the time to airbrush vital details. (Yes, I had to break out the Gimp to do that.)
In other words, I highly recommend eight hours of sleep each night. My anxiety, paranoia, obsessive-compulsive tendencies, heavy emotional waves and inability to concentrate all drop off once I've had a full compliment of rest each night. Work has been so much easier the past couple days all because I came to work refreshed. I'd look at my work stack and say "answered that dude, solved that, can close that, groovy, yes, done... and back to reading Rolling Stone." I don't even feel so whiny about my state o' lack o' relationship!
Unfortunately, it does mean I notice my apartment is a mess. Again. Cripes.
When I was in college, I got a letter informing me I was screwed out of a semester's vital funds with almost no explanation. It had the ending line "Sincerely, Loan Organizations". I mean, the damn line was printed through a carbon and it has the bollocks to say "sincerely" about who it is/n't. Thus my comment above.
That's enough for now. Wish
-slight retouching, Dante
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Date: 2005-06-04 02:33 pm (UTC)congrats!
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Date: 2005-06-04 08:25 pm (UTC)Anyway, thanks for the happy-burfy wishes, but it looks like YOU got the present. Congrats, guy. Most used cars aren't worth paying for every month for ... what, five years? You're very very very very very lucky it's still in really good condition despite only recently being the owner.
Let's celebrate by driving down to LI and dropping off Jord's MTP tapes. :-)