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April 21st, 2004

Yesterday I got fifty boxes from Jason in the print shop. He was nice enough to flatten them all out and bundle them into two bundles of 25 each with a piece of plasic that resembled an oversized zip tie. Apparently carrying them out of the building last night I strained a muscle in my back and now whenever I twist my torso it hurts like a bitch.

Fifty boxes. I can't imagine I'll need any more. Now I just need to pack some more.

I woke up half an hour earlier than usual for no apparent reason and got here ten minutes before eight. This is unheard of. I have no explanation, but I find it interesting that before I went to sleep last night I was thinking how it might actually not be such a bad thing to just go ahead and get up and wind up at work early. Generally this sort of thought has no influence on my actual behavior whatsoever. *shrug*

My boss is out of town for a week and a half starting today. On the bright side, this means I can stream music. On the down side, this means I have to wait for him to get back before I sit these guys down and feel them out about letting me continue working for them when I move to KC. Of course I'm not sure I'm ready to have that conversation with them anyway at this point, so maybe that's not such a bad thing.

I have too much time to think.
I feel thoughtful and introspective today. If a topic hits me, I think I'd like to write an essay/thoughtful journal entry/bit of something or other. Don't know for sure what to write about at this moment though. Topic suggestions welcome.

I'm pleased with the way I feel about myself and my life and stuff. I have a lot more progress yet to be made, but I can definitely feel it happening. Taking time last night to center myself was extremely helpful and I still feel peaceful from it. Also, doing more meaningful writing instead of just superficial banter has helped me to get in touch with myself too. :-)

DOH

I just remembered that my Aunt and Uncle both teach english and writing courses at a college. Duh. I'm going to ask them for writing and reading assignments.



I just heard a great line in this song, Me and Willie by Emmylou Harris: "The good life don't look so good from behind a desk."
I'm getting really tired of Hotmail's "this server is too busy" bullcrap.
I'm thinking about eBaying my Sam Adams bottle collection.

A few years ago when I discovered the happiness of beer, I picked a favorite, and it was Sam Adams. When I discovered how many different flavors there were, I made it my mission to try them all and to collect a bottle of each. I now have a three-shelf bookshelf almost full of Sam Adams bottles, each a different flavor except for the ones where I have an old label design and a new label design. I probably have thirty bottles, some of which are no longer brewed or have labels that are no longer in print.

I'd like to think that to a collector, this collection could potentially be rather valuable. I enjoy having it, but it represents a time in my life that is long gone, and I'm not sure I want to bother with moving it or trying to store it (it would require a climate-controlled storage unit to prevent the labels from peeling and maybe to preserve the beer itself).

I wonder what I'd get for it? I should take a picture of it and post it.
Attention:

Today is now classified as an Exceptionally Good Day.

As you were.