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Today I attempted to make pizza from scratch.

That was the biggest mess ive ever made in 30 minuts or less. Though the cat enjoyed it. She thought it had snowed in the kitchen.

For those that dont know, Geo (my cat) is of the extremely furry variety. That fur is perfect for collecting and spreading all manner of debris. Today, we found out flour sticks particularly well. Picture, if you will the trail little white foot prints leading from the kitchen table (the epicenter of the storm) and my bedroom.I fear to go in there and find out what the little wannabe snow bunny has done to my bed.

As for me, I am covered in sticky, gooey unconstituted dough and flower. there is olive oil in my eye. I may go blind. I was in fear of my life I tell you – the dough was trying to climb up my arm. It was going to engulf my face and suffocate me. I had to kill it…I had to. it was like a bad 1950’s horror flick happening in my own kitchen.

I still plan to have pizza tonight. Amattos should deliver in the next hour.

Maybe Ill try this again next week.

sometimes the need for a clean operating environment conquers over all. In this spirit, I just gutted my studio in an effort to get things running more smoothly. The desk was a mess, and because things were in a strange state of being half-plugged it, I decided it was time…

also in this spirit, Im moving EVERYTHING over to the new computer. EVERYTHING. the old system will now be only a mixer until I can get myself a proper one.

shit what a mess. cables everywhere…the living room covered in keyboards and random tech. Should be easy to connect up, as I have have shed some gear lately, and that which I plan to sell, Im not going to bother connecting up.

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oh, and one more thing…

anyone have any clue what this strange green dust that covers EVERYTHING in my studio? Its at a level where its insane!

two strange things just happened in my studio:

1. I had a rif come into my head while dusting. I was able to play it on the keyboard exactly has it had sounded in my mind

2. I tried to sing a long with it. Not only was I in key, but I could follow the intervals without practicing them first.

Ok..sounds stupid, but neither of those things have happened before…

could it be I am learning to sing at last?

second point of order:

roller coasters hurt more the next day.

point of order: roller coasters hurt.

Oh now that was a strange one. Dreams have always been dangerous territory for me, and perhaps it was unwise to fall into slumber after taking a good third of Hunter S. Thompsons Fear and loathing in Las Vegas into my alread adlepaited psyche, but I didnt actually expect to become Thompson.

Perhaps I wasnt actually Thompson but I was in vegas, and the smells and sound of a smoky casino filled my head with visions of terror and delusion. Then I was woken by a phone call. I can only imagine what I sounded like. I almost started raving about golf shoes when Dave called. I covered well I think, but I am sure he was on to my state of mind.

And what state of mind is that exactly? Ive never taken drugs in my life, yet I imagine that coming down from a drug cant be unlike being woken from deep sleep by an unexpected and inconveniently placed ringing cell phone. My brain feels like frozen mollasses and my eyes sticky and dry. I despise this feeling, but unlike a junky I cant put my finger on what it is my body craves. The one thing you can say for a junkie is he knows what he wants.

What do I want? I dont know. I think I want to go to Vegas. Why is it I feel drawn towards Vegas lately? Nothing of great personal interest exists there, yet Ive had this gravitational pull towards that foul place building since February. Thats why I got the book, actually. Ive been feeling a draw towards the neon lights and noise at the same time ive been becomeing increasingly introspective. I wonder what I am missing that seems to be beyond the boundries of this lush land of green and blue skys that I feel compelled to leave it for dry, dusty air and the promise of pure electric excess.

Perhaps thats what I need – excess. Things have been painfully mild lately. Even keel – up at 5am, asleep by midnight. same thing every day like clockwork. 10 and 12 hour days the standard. Been running like this for close to three weeks now.

Im over worked and sleep deprived and its admittedly by my own doing. I think the test of endurance weeks like this represent are the only way I keep from succumbing to the monotony. Some defense mechanism inside me that doent want to admit Im just as much fool slave as the rest of them.

Well, what does it matter really. Sleep is what I really need right now, and posting to this bastard thing isnt going to get me awake enough for the rollercoasters tomorrow. My Attorny says I should take a shot of Knob Creek and then hit the sack. Who am I to not take such sage advice?

Well, it seems ICH may have me going to NY on business next week – probably wednesday for a meeting. If I can figure out lodging (money is tight at the moment) I’d like to figure out how I can stay there until at least the weekend.

Any suggestions on must see places/events?

Thanks..

Ok…so I get a call from the building manager that they are going to shutdown power to my office tonight, and that I should shutdown all the technology in preperation. no sweat. I can do that, and I can even do it from home..

So I send out an email to all the network users telling them to make sure they turn off their computers before they go home…

do you want to know how many times ive had to show people how to do that today?

Ive spent my whole day fielding questions on the proper way to turn off a computer, and weather you should turn the monitor off first and all of that crap.

whats worse, is I know monday Im going to get all the same dumb bastards in here asking me how they turn it back on..

This is yet another test….so move along to something else…

This is just one more big fucking test for my psyren-music RSS parser project….testing 2323232 testing 343434 testing 3243434234

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