The brain is a useless organ

Used only to make snot. Mine hurts. This is what too much drinking and smoking will do to you. Oh, joy. Now it's off to work for another week.

Better Living through Chemistry

Money is good. There is a simple cure for my hungover Monday malaise: pseudoephedrine hydrochloride and acetaminophen. My head no longer feels like a throbbing snot factory and the "non-drowsy" properties of the pseudoephedrine are compensating nicely for the lack of sleep (which was compounded by some moron ringing my door buzzer at 3:30am). Last week I couldn't afford to buy luxury items like pain-killing decongestants. Not being broke is a very good thing.

There is this idea in my head

It's been gestating for years. Lately it has been pushing to the front and becoming more fully formed. This bloody boring bougois ordeal of a job is acting as a sort of catalyst. I know that I won't/can't do this forever. There are things that have bothered me my whole life, things that I've wanted to change and I'm starting to see how I might be able to get the ball rolling. It's a peculiar feeling.

Happy things

• Sharpening a brand new pencil
• The first mark on a white panel
• Still liking the painting the next morning when you look at it with fresh eyes
• When pretty girls look you in the eye and smile
• Clean dishes
• Floating
• Finding the answer
• Salt air
• Biting ice cream
• Coffee you don't need
• Comments in your LiveJournal