I just applied for a job that would take me to Rwanda in May (cross fingers).

Today I stood in line at the hardware store holding burglar bars for the front of my house, thinking about barbed wire, and then I caught sight of a little keychain-sized can of mace and asked for that... so I'm looking at it, pondering its efficacy and suddenly caught myself and wondered, what the fuck am I doing? This kind of living in fear is ridiculous.

So I put the mace back, have shelved the idea of barbed wire. The bars are going on, but that's fun, cause I get to use a drill, and i'd like to see someone aim a brick through those bars.

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I love not working all the time. I have time to ride my bike (when it doesn't have flats from all the glass in the French Quarter), weed the garden around my tomatoes, make real dinners, drink coffee and think about nothing, go to lots of shows....

Yes, school is a lot of work, but it's nothing compared to the drudgery of corporate whoredom. I feel like life is a lot more fun again.

i'm nursing an injury from the Rock n' Bowl, so that will be all.

11:11 p.m. - 2006-10-02