I find myself in the exact same state I was last time. Treading water. Stagnating. It sucks. I’ve wanted to quit my job for, what, four and a half years? And I just don’t have the balls to do it. I remember when I used to go through jobs every couple months. I liked that better. I’ve taken to buying lottery ticks every couple weeks. I know it’s slim hope for freedom, but it is some hope that I could free myself from the “system”. I can say I would be a kickass multi-millionaire, though. I’ve totally mapped out what I would do with the money and I think it’s all pretty good. Certainly better than what I’m doing now.

What I really need to do is some writing. It’s been way too long. Perhaps I should just sit down tomorrow and pump out some piece of nonsense like I used to. For now:

Haiku!

Planet Mercury!
It goes around the sun fast.
It is such a chump.

The Contains2 server is still not working. I’m at a loss. I’d like to have it all moved over to the same server I use for this one but I’m completely ignorant of how to do it. They really need to make some changes to how the Internet works.

Finally your horoscope for today: Beware of good things. They may be bad things in disguise. Accept bad things, because they’re probably actually good things. Also, go check your mail. I sent you a bomb. It’s totally going to be a bad thing.

On the plus side, I now know that I can knock open a door if I have to. The downside consists of our door now being broken. But it was broken when I broke it, so it’s all good. The little metal bit that goes into the hole to keep the whole thing shut isn’t there any more, so I guess we’ll have to use the lock as a means of holding the door shut. How sad. I really don’t care for locks.

In other news, yesterday I was questioned by someone about my accent again. A little old lady in my building wondered if I was English and then someone who I know slightly better admitted that they thought I was English for a while too. So add that to the times people thought I was French or from the American South or a generic “American” sounding. I honestly don’t know how I talk, but I kinda enjoy that it confuses everyone. I’m sticking with the theory that since I declared my independance I’ve developed my own accent.

Moving from the style I speak to the content of what I say I must recall a conversation with Marq from a few days back. I was all “Don’t you listen when I talk?” and he replied “Well, two thirds of what you say is about gay sex, so no…” and I could not fault him for it.