Well, I got through another day of training. Three more days this week and then five days next week and no more classroom. Damn, that will be nice. Today I covered two notebook pages with the next part of my novel, which I am about to transcribe and add to, and I also read an entire graphic novel. The Last Temptation by Neil Gaiman, which is a companion to the Alice Cooper album, The Last Temptation of Alice. Jay got it for me for Christmas. Despite the writing and the reading, class still went painfully slow, and then someone asked me if I was reading a comic book. Umm, no. It's not beneath me to read a comic book, but at the time, I happened to be reading a graphic novel. Comic books don't have 100 pages and a hard cover. Flippin tards.
Tomorrow I'm going to see how far I can get in the graphic novel about the life of Johnny Cash. That one is quite a bit longer.
One good thing about work, we've switched to half hour lunches, so now I can get out of there at 4:30 instead of five. One hour lunches are unnecessary and do nothing but extend the day for half an hour longer than it needs to be. I don't care if class is officially on or if we're on lunch, I'm still just sitting there willing time to pass quickly.
That's all for now. I need to get to writing, because I seriously hate having a job. Doesn't matter what the job is ... I just hate jobs. Hell, it's not even the job I hate, it's having to be somewhere I really don't want to be and being forced to stay there for a set period of time like a child. I'm not cut out for it. I was born to live the life of an artist, and I need to make that happen. The sooner I get a book published, the sooner I won't have to deal with this every day Joe Schmo shit anymore.
I just had a very amusing (to me) mental image of a mash-up between Lord Of The Rings and Silence Of The Lambs. Gollum, as Buffalo Bill, leaning over the pit, looking panicked, it pans down to the girl holding Precious, the dog. Gollum says, "It puts The Precious in the b (Read More)
I am in desperate need of the catharsis one experiences upon slitting someone's throat with a razor-sharp blade followed by the joy and elation obtained from watching the life drift from their eyes turning them to dead, glassy orbs as I am filled with the energy that used t (Read More)
I rushed out of work at 5pm
Plopped my ass in my car again
Welcome to the land of lazyness,
hey, gotta get my rest in.
Started up the car
headed home for my free time
Look at the street and I see a really bad sign.
Traffic looks so crazy
Everybody's in my way, s (Read More)
I envy a person who can hear their alarm go off, turn it off, and get up out of bed, ready to start the day. I live by the snooze button. It is my best friend in the morning. Well, it and my coffee. I'd marry it if congress would hurry up and pass that bill legalizing m (Read More)
So, my car's wrecked, I told ya that. The bumper was precariously attached. It began to become unattached. I'll fix it with some Gorilla Glue just as soon as the snow is gone and the temperature is more moderate. For now, I removed it and placed it on my porch. So the (Read More)
The last few weeks have been kind of hectic and draining. Last Wednesday I wrecked my car. Hit a patch of ice, slid off the road, down a hill, into a pole. I wasn't hurt. The car was. I spent nearly a week with my brother-in-law trying to fix it. Had to replace the ra (Read More)
Depressed. And I'm quite tired of being depressed. There's no reason for me to be depressed. No logical reason, anyway. I'm insane, that's obvious. I have great friends. What's left of my family, my sister, brother, nephews and niece, et al, are wonderful. I'm w (Read More)
