going to listen to PHC for the 28th and hit the sack.

sweet dreams, kids.

no trick-or-treaters tonight, so I’m bringing candy to work tomorrow for the hungries there.

I’ll be dreaming of a special place, holding the hand of a wonderful girl, walking in the forest, near the ocean…

Big mug of tea, comfy covering quilt, and a snuggly Newt to purr me to dreamsville.

I have my suspicions about the results.

http://www.emode.com/emode/tests/evil.jsp

Nope, not a drop of evil in you. In fact, you’re ridiculously good. Reach around the wings and pat yourself on the back. Instead of tripping old ladies, you help them cross the street. You think about others’ feelings constantly, and you use your sexual power for good, not evil. Sheesh — we’re guessing that every person you’ve ever met has taken advantage of you in some way. Naw, just kidding! When you get right down to it, it’s people like you who make the world a better place. You’re just the sort of person we want taking care of our children. In the figurative high school yearbook of life, all your friends sign, “Stay sweet, have a great summer!” Keep reading for more details on your not-so-evil nature.

In the bedroom, you don’t have an evil bone in your body — well maybe one, but … aw, never mind. The moral lessons you learned as a child really stuck — we have a sneaking suspicion you’re still haunted by the ghost of your parents’ first sex lecture (“Heavy petting won’t make you popular”). In bed, you’re as generous as they come — you always put your partner’s needs ahead of yours. And your bedroom is a sacred temple. Overall, you’re an enlightened sexual wonder. Just remember, it’s okay to go nuts on your birthday.

Okay, admit it — sometimes you’d rather avoid face-to-face conflict. Now, was telling us that to our face so hard? No. Being up front about any concerns as soon as you have them, rather than letting them build up and turn into, say, a tire-slashing incident, is a good thing. And it sure beats getting a reputation as someone with a taste for revenge. Sure, you probably wouldn’t make a very good bouncer, but that’s okay. Take comfort from the fact that, overall, we think you’re just swell.

Your heart’s a little dark, but your kindness makes up for any evil deeds (except for that stunt you pulled in elementary school — yes, that one — tsk, tsk, that was pure wickedness). But you can forgive yourself for coming off as a meanie, because if you were 100 percent sweet, you wouldn’t be normal. So continue being considerate of others, and remember — when you get cut off in traffic, it’s okay to give the finger every once in awhile.

A Book of Verse
by Omar Khayyam

A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread – and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness –
Ah, wilderness were paradise enow!

Ugh… I’m so busy these last few days, I’ve watched as what seems like thousands of lj posts go by without my responding to them… I’m sorry, I just don’t have the energy or time right now to get atop them.

Quick breakdown of my day. Landlord forgot to pay the gas bill, so I took a cold shower this morning. Woo. chill chill. I hope the system shock doesn’t hurt my health any more than the icky-yucka bug I’ve already gotten has. I get to work, yes, I have to work today, even though I requested the day off months ago. (Just not enough man hours to support my taking the time out…. we’re down to a skeleton crew. They’d better hire someone before one of us is down for a day, or worse quits… all redundant systes are now gone. I figure we need at least 3 more people in here.)

No trick-or-treating tonight, too sick I think. I don’t want to germ-up the kids, either. Just me at home with Newton, and my cold-contaminated candy to give out to the children. (or, I suppose I could be one of those evil people who doesn’t answer the door. I’ve a few hours to decide… maybe the question will be moot by the time I get home.)

My writing these last few days has been lacking, both here and on short-subjects. Time to instill some discipline, and commit to at least one hour in the morning after the walk to do it. As we pass the Hallowe’en season, I suspect my desire to write horror shall abate, and general weirdness will return.

Wonderful upside… all warm and fuzzy anyhow… I’m in a good place mentally, emotionally and spritiually, if not in peak condition physically due to the cold and such. It feels good to know people are fond of you, and that folks care about what gets written here, there and everywhere. I feel quite fortunate to have found such a nice group of peeples.

*big hug*

oh! it seems that Newt’s vocal phase has passed… he’ll meow when someone who comes to the door, or when I’m in the bathroom and he can’t get in… he loves his new sock-toy… carries it around the house, and drops it in front of me when he wants me to throw it. I love having a cat that plays fetch.

time to slurp down some more tea… remembered to bring it this time. hot tea with honey… how spiff, eh?

ah, boo!

Happy Hallowe’en!