I gotta tell you, like Samantha Mumba

Alright, it's 8:45 a.m. and I'm already at work and I've already got started on a small project and already checked my e-mail, and I'm going to leave all internet browsers closed until 10 am, which is when I'll be on help desk so I probably won't get much chance to indulge anyway. But. Either I'm in some sort of manic phase, or I am actually learning how to channel all the extraneous energy that usually gets dispersed into my anxiety, but I slept just under 7 hours last night and I feel fabulous. I got up early and showered and checked my e-mail and ate breakfast and made my lunch and I got to work by 8:30. That's pretty amazing for me.

Now, I should probably make note at this point that I had therapy last night, which was an invigorating session again, so this is probably part of the inspiration. Other things I've done since we last left the hero:
1. Called one of my credit cards and got my interest rate lowered by 7%
2. Had dinner with Educating Esme (not her real name), including sushi and tempura. Also had tea and conversation afterwards at her apartment that was really nice. Note to self: call her more often. We had good talks about family and career and San Fran. And now that she's student teaching, she doesn't get much adult contact.
3. Came home and bought the MPC online. I think. In the end, it cost more than the platinum members limit was, so I was going to pay the remaining with the check card or whatever, but it says it went through. If it really did go through, it will arrive on Monday, methinks. Possibly Tuesday, based on previous orders from them. Can I afford this right now? Well that leads me to...
4. Last night I did examined my budget. And figured out my income after taxes, and subtracted all mandatory expenses. With cushion. And apparantly, I have nearly $6,000 a year in possible extraneous money. I'm guessing nearly all of this goes towards records/CDs/movies/expensive dinner outings/random shit for the apartment/clothes. Now obviously, some of these things are needed -- it's good to go out with friends occasionally, sometimes I need to by new shoes/pants, I also need new music for DJ gigs and whatnot. But even if I put $3,000 a year towards "entertainment" or whatever, I could still conceivably have my credit card debt paid off one year from now with very little effort (just tighten the belt a bit, so to speak). And if I try a bit harder (and bring some extra income through DJ gigs), I could pay it off even sooner. I can do this. I can do this. As I told Riley on the train last night, I'm making money MY bizzatch. Not the other way around.
5. I'm officially obssessed with myself and my life right now. But I think I'm getting my act together and I feel so gddamned lucky that I have such opportunities, it would be moronic and offensive to not capitalize on them. (This reminds me of 2 interesting conversations I had yesterday regarding the concepts of "starving artist" and "working class artist" and what they mean and what traps people put themselves in. But more on that later perhaps.)

Now it's almost 9 am so I must go away from livejournal. Loveyoubye.

I prefer my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at room temperature.

Wow. Re-reading my last post makes me dizzy. I think I've come down a bit. It's also frightening to think that I was that fcking on, and I had consumed no caffeine or metabolife or any other speed type chemicals.

So in my last post I thought I had purchased the MPC, but there was some confusion regarding trying to use multiple forms of payment. I ended up being 40 bucks short or over or whatever, so I called and had them take off the extra warranty, because I can buy that later. Now I'm well within my limits. I called Damon because I was so damn excited. Next step in this adventure involves printing the 200-page user's manual. And getting more reading done so I can have a better understanding of MIDI. For those who don't know I'm purchasing a MIDI production station, that works as a sampler, sequencer, and even a drum machine if I program drum samples into the pads. Music techonology geekdom, here I come.

In other news....there is no other news. I'm too spastic to focus and actually write something coherent about any one subject.

Stop the beat a minute.