I don't ever think of you...except for everyday or so.

Amazing what nine hours of sleep and some allergy medication will do for a man. I must utliize melatonin more, because my sleep was so productive and refreshing and even when I woke up at 12:30 to talk on the phone for ten minutes (which is my own fault since I knew she would call and therefore put the phone on my nightstand), I hung up and fell back asleep in less than fifteen minutes which is unlike me.

I wouldn't say I'm a "morning person" per se, since I'm still prone to being cranky and groggy, but even in the midst of this I can be remarkably productive. Which is why I even have time for livejournal this morning. But I must hurry and make lunch and get dressed then I can get to work on time for the first time in.....weeks.

Tomorrow I have a job interview. Yesterday this made me upset. Today I'm excited.

You never know what will be coming down

CANCER (Jun 21–Jul 22): You are drifting between two poles now. On one hand, you’ve entered a rather serious phase of your life. New responsibilities will continue to come your way. You may feel as if you are being tested. You’ll need to work hard and hold steady to your course through whatever adverse conditions you might encounter. On the other hand, you feel a sense of practical engagement now. Your work now has lasting consequences.

Um, hi, because I'm occasionally a moron, and I just realized two things today: 1) financial aid forms must be filled out; and 2) one of the schools requires a 2-3 page critical analysis of something I've recently read. I started on both today and then realized that the book I want to write about was written by an author who's on the faculty of the school. Is this a bad thing or a good thing?

The third somewhat moronic act included e-mailing myself drafts to revise today, but forgetting to save them in a neutral format because I forgot how much PC's hate Macs. So I've spent lots of time just editing out the programming jibberish from my documents and replacing them with the required apostrophes.

But to counteract all my little errors is the fact that it's 11 am and I've actually been working on all of these tasks.

This is what I have stuck in my head:

I don't know what happens when people die, can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try. It's like a song I hear playing right in my ear, but I can't sing, I can't help listening.

I can't help feeling stupid standing around. Crying is the easier down, cause I know that you would rather we'd be dancing, dancing our sorrow away no matter what fate throws in your way.

The wait for dinner at Applebee's was two hours long.

thebrownhornet and I recently discussed how we can't think of Neil Diamond without thinking of this three year old article published on Alternet. Guess what I dug up while on hold to set up a conference call?

( Neil Diamond 4eva!!! )

In Other News^TM, I might be starting to lick my addiction. I almost said drug habit, but that's hyperbole, it just feels like a drug.