Wednesday, August 22, 2001

Whoo boy. I am totally fucking zoned out right now. I've just put in about sixteen straight hours finishing up a big project. Flash is a wonderful software, truly. I'm listening to radio take 10 and sipping on coffee and IT'S TWO FUCKING FORTY AM. Who am I?

Haley's snoozing away in our nice warm bed. I think I'll go up and join her. It's odd to be sitting here glazed and blinking with hurting back. I hope the client likes the site. I put in some real stoopid shit that serves no purpose other than look cool (a magnifying mask, which I've never had pretense to use before). There's some cool interaction, too.

Guess what I'm doing tomorrow at 9? That's RIGHT! I'm going to the DENTIST! Another thing entirely, some stictly cosmetic filling work. After what I've been through it'll be a picnic. Maybe I'm developing into a masochist or something. Or a nitrous oxide addict. Mmmm. Niii-trousss...

PS. Microsoft bites ass. I rebooted this damned machine at least twenty times today. That's a record. Gotta be. What bullshit that it works so poorly. I actually even PAID for this copy.

Oh, wait... maybe I didn't.

Never mind...

Tuesday, August 21, 2001

Still hammering away. It's a lovely cloudy day. It seems each is better than the last. There is nothing so sweet as recovery, I think...

Sunday, August 19, 2001

I'm hard at work, late for a launch. A bit like playing poker when deep in the hole. Anything I do burns money... it's only a question of how much.

One nice thing about being flat on my back is that it's all lookin' up from here!

A philosophical question: if all your basic financial needs were met, what would you do with yourself? Is it a higher calling to follow the Art Spirit or to serve humanity in some other way? What defines a success? All my life I have had invisible pressure to achieve "success"and have been absolutely unable to define it concisely.

I am wondering what I want to do with my life. A big club I have now joined.