Pre-Travel Night Owl

Whenever I get ready for a trip, i spend the night before staying up WAY too late doing laundry, tidying up the house and getting work done.

Tonight is no different. I leave for the airport in 3 hours.


Not packed yet, but most everything is clean and ready in a pile on the dining room table.

It’s been a bitter cold week, 16 degrees.

Phoenix at 77 sounds real dang good.

l’ll wear my bib on the plane so I can sleep and drool.

Mmmm, grilled cheese

Dang, January is going by quickly. I have a ton of things to have done absolutely-no-excuses by the end of the month.
Work stuff, that is. I’ve no doubts that our office can handle it. I’m just prepping myself for the midnight oil that will have to be burned in order to get things wrapped up to our satisfaction.

Doesn’t help that I am taking a long weekend off in Phoenix in a few days, but it’ll be good for me. I’ll get to get back in touch with an old friend/compadre and see his family. It’s been years and I’m sure we’ll have a shortage of time to share ideas and experiences.

So this is something to look forward to, and I can finally get a new picture for the front of my site. I feel the the Christmas tree has been up too long, so to speak.

Back to the work thing… Today we let our first client “go.” It was an easy decision. They just weren’t happy with the designs we worked up, and frankly, communication became frustrating. We decided to refund their money and let them take the budget to someone else. It was a good sized budget, but honestly – when the day is done, if the client isn’t happy, and we’re not happy, then it’s all for naught.

Dinner was an unusually rare and simple favorite this evening – Grilled cheese and cream of tomato soup. I need to make that more. I think when I was a kid, I mispronounced it “gurled cheese.” I still have issues with certain words.

Went out

At 12:40 a.m. I decided I wanted a beer. So I went downtown to the bar and sat by myself for a while and nursed a good Bass Ale. They were playing music videos on the big projectiion TV and that kept my attention pretty well.

As the quiet sort, I didn’t think any conversations would happen. Luckily, after my second beer, a friend showed up out of nowhere, we got to catch up a little bit and I met his new roommate and all was good.

I’m glad I went out. Now if i can just go to sleep before 7am, I’ll be right.

Another mucked up evening

Got to work a little late after having a whale of a time getting to sleep.

Had a good meeting though with one of our fun clients, and touched base with an old colleague who helped breathe life into some design concepts that were stagnating.

A dinner out at P.F. Changs and I left my beer 3/4 full. I am having difficulting enjoying the decadent fuel. Given my druthers of things I shouldn’t drink, I’d rather have a Coke… and so I switched mid-meal and left the perfectly fine Bass sit there.

I like beer mind you. I think I’ve decided though, it goes better with snacks… not dinner.

eat your crust

I should’ve kept myself goin after work and stayed up til midnight like a good chap to keep my sleep cycle in check.

Now it’s 4:30 am and I’m bumping around on the net, seeing the same newswire articles on all the sites and thoroughly disgruntled. Perhaps I should subscribe to The Christian Science Monitor under good recommendation to get a different view delivered to my doorstep.

Lord knows USA Today is pretty, but pretty flimsy.

A thought occured though, completely unrelated…

As a child, we’re told… Eat the crust on your bread, it’ll grow hair on your chest.

Does this type of encoding infer that we should, as men, covet chest hair? Imagine the trauma of the smooth gene’d fellers who avoided the crusts of their Rainbow bread, ignorant that, years down the road, as the staggered development of their peer’s pubic hairs would come to haunt them.

It’s strange really, how these wive’s tales are a part of society, and we’re left to figure out why we’re so messed up sometimes.

afterwork nap

I know I shouldn’t take these afterwork naps…

I dreamt of Anna Nicole. She was on Jay Leno. There was a really dumb skit that surfaced in a fake impromptu way as a stage hand tried to cover up Anna’s exposed privates with a bunch of polyester stuffing. It (the fluffy stuffing) filled the guest area, and Anna emerged on a Segway in a little playboy bunny tuxedo get-up.

Then she, Jay, and Steve Martin, along with a few other notable male stars who elude me in this grogginess, broke into song. The song was about gumdrops.

I woke up wish visualizations of a doggie bag with a remainder of my steak and the potatoes that I had for lunch today at the Longhorn Steakhouse.

I am confused, and hungry.

This is all I know.

Baby steps

I have been doing this for a week, and it’s really dumb, yet even in my under-the-weather-ness, it feels good to do.

Before I go to bed, I will always:
– wash my face, thoroughly
– brush my teeth (The Sonicare Dave got me is a godsend) and
– do 10 pushups. Ten measly pushups.

It’s the least I can do.


Today was a nice day. I sat on my couch with portable computer resting comfortably on a padded lapdesk my mom and brother got me for my birthday, tapped into the ‘net with a speedy wireless connection.

With legs propped up on the coffee table, my tasks were laid out before me in a convenient electronic list – shared by my co-workers (available with Instant Messaging if questions came up).

This is how I envisioned my job. I do my part, while being connected with a network of individuals I trust and respect. It’s really the utopia of work. I still like the whole human interaction thing, but when it comes down to getting something done – a quiet environment by one’s self is often preferable.

The weather outside was gray and cold. It started out raining, turned to drizzle, and by afternoon flurries were swarming around aimlessly. It was a great day for a fire.

My mom brought me over some homemade vegetable soup for lunch and a couple of oatmeal cookies.

Inbetween completed tasks, I sorted the pink Starburst from a bag and set them aside for anyone but myself.

I also played a couple levels of Metroid Prime and finally got the morph ball bomb I’ve been coveting for a few weeks.

Now, If i can get the garbage to the curb, my life will be complete – for today.

No subject

Tonight marks the end, truly, of 2002. All the vacation days squandered over the holidays have run out. Of course, I’ve spent the last week battling the flu, perhaps I could count those as sick days and regain some free time in ’03.

Wallowing in misery and sleeping most of the day hasn’t been all unproductive.

My house is more organized and somewhat clean.
I got some deliverables out the door for work.
and I did start this whole journal thing up.

I’m not really sure how this is going to play out though. First of all, other folks can read it, and secondly, I used to keep a journal, but upon review – i decided I have nothing worthwhile to say.

In fact, in college, my journals were all about working too hard, getting sick, not being able to pay bills, buying a CD, and perhaps a visit from a friend. That was _all_ four years, with some variety thrown in the mix.

The last thing I want is for this to showcase that my patterns have not changed altogether very much.

End of topic. We’ll see how it goes.

I did sneak away from my home to see Lord of the Rings tonight with my coworkers. It was tough keeping focused on all the battles and eye-candy. A little hokey here and there, and I am still yet to be enamored by digital characters of any sort on screen.

Overall, the movie did make me feel good about spending all this time at home and cleaning, writing and whatnot. At least I don’t feel like I’m missing too dang much out there.