a story of a day with Random Capitals

it's The Good TV Nite, and i, for one, couldn't be happier.

it took me forever and a year to get my shit together this morning. i wrote well, though, and it started my day with a positive bang. until, that is, i hit up Zulu Records to get Detroit Cobra tix (the band with the former butcher / exotic dancer as a lead chanteuse) and discovered They Were Sold out.

so, i rushed downtown to Scratch Records, only to discover They Were Sold Out.

good god almighty! things were looking Attrocious. i zipped into work, logged onto Ticketmonster.ca and Found Tickets. all was well in the universe. except. i have no credit.

quickly, i thought! i dialed WhippedBoy and put him onto the task. whipped as he is, he got right to it, of course. good man. soon, a confirmation email arrived. i need to spot him 40 bucks now. note made.

then i got cracking getting a file ready for work. it just didn't occur to me that i should watch the show first to make sure it was the right file, so i wound up wasting 30 minutes as the file was labelled wrong, thus a waste of my efforts. grumpyness ensued. but then co-workers offered to retrieve me a coveted Steamrollers' Thanksgiving (Wet) Burrito. with cranberries, no less. thus, i degrumped in a hurry.

work progressed well, although a little slower than my quick pace yesterday. it's a well-oiled office and is really disciplined even without management around, but i had the misfortune of being so disorganized today i showed up at 11 and everyone was on the verge of having their mid-morning buzz-about. normally it gets a little talkie around 11 and 3. things settled down nicely after the burritos arrived and we all back to our grooves at 12:30 and stayed in 'em till the day's end. pretty nice and quiet, actually.

so, i got home relaxed and quickly ran around cleaning the pad up. i've got it about 50% to a clean state. it's organized(ish) but needs some floor work and such. sigh. i've got to do a major purge of belongings.

BUT i can come home tomorrow night and get cracking on things.

i decided to open a wine to celebrate the almost-clean state of the nation, and it's a south african shiraz -- Golden Kaan -- and quite tasty. smooth. $12.99. i'd buy it again (and again and again).

and that's where i'm At.

this was written during commercials in Ugly Betty (which i highly recommend, it's very fun, a little campy, and is based on a widely successful series that has been done in a number of nations before it hit this continent, thanks to producer Salma Hayek, who has far better judgment than i would have assumed, and who has a recurring role as a b-soap opera actress with a flair for the Dramatic). if you spotted a change in tone, you get a bonus cOOkie. you smarTie. that's what happens when one writes in commercials!

i dunno if i'll begin recording tomorrow night. if i have an enjoyable day, then i'll do just that. i actually was mildly amusing on the phone a few moments ago and now i have a Hankering to cut a file, but i can't, 'cos my kick-ass Cool noise-cancelling monitor phones are at work. i thought i'd give myself the night off. i just didn't expect to become charming. Yeesh! wonders never cease.

you'll have to pardon me, i'm a little full of myself, i guess. i'm just enjoying the fact that, as i suspected, my Mojo / Creativity would be coming back, and i feel like it's on the rise. it feels awesome. i'm really starting to feel like mySelf again, but it might be a bit of a wait yet until i'm 100% back in my headspace again. but, y'know, i say "my HeadSpace" but what that means is kind of a mood / Sensation / Being that kind of hits when i sit down and write. when it's going well, i'm often not listening to music but i've got kind of this all-body vibe going and i'll Toe-Tap and Head-Nod and Bounce-About all the while. it's really very Fun, the whole experience. i just love it when i have that Vibe going, and baby, it's been a While.

but it's on the rise, as i say.

i don't give a fuck that i don't like winter, i'm thinking i'm on the verge of a Very, Very Good Season, and i couldn't be Happier about that.

soon, i'll start feeling more myself in the company of others, but that tends to come after i've plateaued creatively. all the disruption and frustration finally ebbs away and i can begin to focus on others and their ways instead of all my petty little selfish needs.

so. i'm having a fine night. and yourself?

[the management wishes there were snacks to be had. there are none. not even popcorn. how, then, shall management quell the tumultuous, growling tummy? for shame. this is not right. wait. i think i have a single pack of sesame snaps. hmm. i'll nibble slow, then. ed. note: 10 minutes later and i have decided: i shall make biscuits. breakfast with biscuits? mm! a biscuit and milk tonight.]