A little more jazzy...

Well, Kevin and I didn't do the artwalk thing last night. I walked past some of it on my way to the bus stop. There are some landscapes that I want to go look at. They caught my eye and held it the other night. One of these days I'll go in and look.

I went home, took a shower, got dressed up after spending forever trying to figure out what I wanted to wear (okay... it was like 20 minutes, but that's forever for me.) and fixed my hair a bit. I went out to the bus from Queen Anne to Capitol Hill .... and waited. Stood out in the rain for quite a while. I didn't mind too much.

Got to the Bad JuJu Lounge and met up with pamc and we sat and chatted. Lots of things passed in conversation, all of it... personal... That's not the best word for it, but it the only one I can find right now that sounds even close to right.

After an hour or so we went over to the Merc for the Mardis Gras thing. There we met up with phantomoftruth. More good conversation and being with people. A little later in the evening my body proceeded to tell me exactly how it felt about me having too much caffine and not enough food. There was this dull ache which slowly spread from my lower back into the rest of me. That and having lots to think about made me get quiet. I do that sometimes. Sometimes its because there is something wrong and sometimes it just is. Its like I run out of words for the day or something. It frustrates me at times, but I was mostly content to just let it be, as I was doing a lot of thinking. I puzzle myself sometimes.

I went home and went to sleep. It was so blessedly hard to get out of bed this morning. My pillows, blanket and bed were all at their most seductive. Punks. I want to learn or at least figure out where they learned it.

Still a little sore around the shoulders. I've noticed that when I get tense or over caffinated or a few other things, my jaw tenses up now, causing my head to hurt. That didn't use to happen.

This morning I have a Met-Rx Protien Plus bar. Not bad for what it is. Like most diet sort of food, there aren't any of these things that are really good, there are some that aren't bad.

The movie music station I listen to here at work is playing more jazzy stuff. It's good. I miss jazz.

Ugh.

Apparently this is one of those days where it doesn't matter what I eat - my stomach will hate me.

What am I thinking?

This seems to be something people are asking me a lot. "What are you thinking, what are you thinking...?"

Well, quite frankly, I'm not sure. A lot of my better thought processes seem to go on on a sibconcious or inuitional level. I'll be able to tell that there are lots of things being chewed up in the back of my head and sometime later, I'll have a revaltion and test out my new idea one a few people and see if its worth anything.

I felt the gears start turning again last week sometime and last night they started turning differently.

Oh... I and I hate it when I look at my fingernails and am shocked (still, or again) that they are painted black.

The Keirsey test

I can never rember my results on this one, so I'll just put it here.

I'm an INFJ. (Introvert Intuition Feeling Judge) Why does this not surprise me?

To go read about it, go here.

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Wow.

*looks at my bill form Seattle City Light*

That's an impressive number.

I think I'll be turning off my heat and just dressing more warmly at home from here on until the summer.

There goes the money I thought I'd have coming from this paycheck. That was a pleasant thought while it lasted.

I am glad I'm getting a refund check soon. I might actually have extra money. I hope.

*** Actually, checking my bank account, my refund came through. I have about 200 dollars extra, which is nice. That plus my check on Friday makes this managable, though not pretty.