This has nothing to do with music, those are just the last words I heard on the TV before I turned it off. But while we’re talking about songs, I’ve been singin’ a lot of Jack Johnson lately - I sound pretty good after a long day of smoking to get my voice raspy.
Did you know the World Cup is only played every 4 years? That’s crazy. Stupid soccer.
I’ve made a lot of progress on the new web project I’m working on. The design is done and I’m about a week or so away from finding a programmer to wire up the backend. If anyone knows a PHP/JavaScript/MySQL/XML programmer - have them get a hold of me. I may be interested in taking on a partner instead of farming out the work to India or Romania. There’s a teaser page up now… I’ve only told a small handful of people about this so far, but here it is for all to see: WorldAura.com
I’d like to thank all the people who sent condolence messages regarding the loss of my grandpa. It made this last week a little easier. The stress of last weekend and the week leading up to it really caught up to me this week. It was tough not just laying on the couch all night every night. I got behind with everything and that gives me anxiety attacks - but once I get a list made, it seems to help. I think I’ve said this before, but I use Remember The Milk to keep all my lists together - it rocks. Better than a Honey Wiess with a Zoloft kicker.
July is turning out to be a cluster-fck of a month. Besides the obviously bad last weekend - I’m gone this next weekend, packing to move the weekend after as well as seeing Deann and hopefully Heather at some point, then the weekend after that I’m moving. Then I get one weekend to do something for myself before I’m out of town again… I can’t wait until September - I don’t think there’s anything going on then. Oh, but then October I get to help side “our” house. And by October, I mean all of October. :|
Read ya later.
E
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Elliott
I was told my post sounds “doomy.” Let’s make something clear… every post on this site won’t be a news story or a happy-go-lucky account of my daily activities. I get anxiety, I get pissed, I get fustrated and stressed… and I get happy. If all of those things can’t come out through words, it’s defeating the purpose of having this site in the first place.
If you were writing an autobiography, what fun would it be to read it if every page had no drama? I sure as hell wouldn’t read it.
We all have stress and anxiety and drama - to different extremes. Let’s just deal with it head-on out in the open instead of trying to make everything into golden rays of sunshine. ;)
I’ve read this post 3 times today and it doesn’t seem gloomy to me - it’s funny. I have a dark side and it comes out a lot when I write. No apologies.
Love you all.
E
Jul 10th, 2006
Derek
Professor Plum: What are you afraid of, a fate worse than death?
Mrs. Peacock: No, just death, isn’t that enough?
Jul 10th, 2006
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