I’m very fond of Live Writer and my netbook. But I must return the netbook. Bad color, broken hinge.
I had so little life in the past month that I accumulated enough money to pay for the netbook and municipal taxes straight from my bank account. Not bad. I’m still behind in a few things: 2008 income tax, for example. 2008 medical insurance claims too.
I told my Amsterdam boss that I would not keep managing the monster project and that he must find another me asap. I have had enough.
In the last month I missed a lot of parties including our infamous x-mas party. I’m regulating my energy to deliver the undeliverable, and this narrows down my life to eating, sleeping and working. It is getting to be borderline pathological. And if I say borderline pathological it means that I’m way past that line.
It would also cause me to be depressed, you know. The poetry has dried up.
That’s today in a nutshell. Looking for good things like the sun raising earlier in my far west. Looking for the little escape if not the great one.
Amourx.
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