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Its been bothering me that my last entry seemed to lack all emotion. Very dry. Listing occurrences, but not feelings. Meh. I was experimenting with making gin and tonics.. so I could blame the intoxication.

I called in sick today after I woke up at midnight to coughing and wheezing. I fell asleep a few times after waking up, but only to the point of lying down and dreaming as though they were hallucinations. I got in quite a bit of reading of the Picture of Dorian Gray this morning. I’m not sure why Dorian’s last name is spelling with an a, where as in the book the color grey is spelled with an e. So far the book has been a lot of bourgeois intelligence talk, which is nice, especially in contrast to the conversations I get to be a part of on a daily basis while working. My complaint of the customers not knowing how to phrase a question instead of just demanding something, was perhaps proven and denied at the same time as a lady the other day yelled “question” at me from about three aisles away..

Apart from reading, I finished watching all of SG1, including the two films post series, while working on the picture for my parents. I still don’t feel done with the picture for the folks, though it does look like it could be done. I misspelled my own city’s name… I think that I might cover that sign up with some kind of collage, much like the poster on the wall. Though that poster as well feels unfinished, perhaps a little bit of acrylic paint to add image over the text of a ‘pocketed’ sugar packet.

I finally started cleaning my round selection of rapidograph pens. I got the 00 and the 1 working, but I have as well found out that the 0 was broken with the fine little wire being stuck in dried ink and broken off from the cylinder below. If I start to use the rapidographs more I won’t be able to do the same thing that I have been doing with my micron pens because they don’t have little clips in which to keep them in my holster. Meh. At least I have this round thing in which to keep them. It would be nice to have a big drafting desk in which to work on my pen work on. One day. I’m still quite curious as to how this living in Missoula is going to work. When applying for the room they only asked two things, one about alcohol consumption (where I think I was a bit lax in answering because I do enjoy a nice gin an tonic at the end of the day… or perhaps even a nice glass or two of wine), and the other question was what my major is. If worse comes to worse, at least it will only be a few months and not a whole year.

The previous paragraph seemed to get away from me…
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