may the good lord shine a light on you, and make every song you sing you favorite tune

i spent today:

arguing with a tragic old man about the price of a training cd i recorded for work.

him: typically in the industry, the creator only gets twenty five or fifty cents per unit, it is the people who do the legwork that make the bulk of it.

me: arnie, i'm creating the market. there would be no one to call you for it if i weren't out there training and marketing it.

him: i understand that, but traditionally-

me: well, i'm not really concerned with traditionally, arnie, i'm concerned with what is appropriate.

and also:

waiting for over an hour to see the woman who is supposed to be my greatest fear in life, but always brightens my day. and listening to her telling me stories about throwing the dark meat from the thanksgiving turkey at her husband for being an asshole, then putting the rest under his pillow while he was asleep.

and also:

drinking four pots of coffee between checking my four hundred and fifty goddamn emails at work.

and also:

smoking a cigarette arguing with a woman over the price of my cousin's pagers.

and also:

driving between errands listening to the stones and thinking about how i want the whole world to congregate in the streets when mick jagger dies and sing "shine a light" at the top of their lungs.

and also:

reconfiguring my computer as it decided to skitz out my DSL at work.

and also:

on hold waiting to talk to rep services about a promotion this guy donald deserves, but hasn't yet gotten.

and also:

scripting an intro to a training session for january 11th.

and also:

checking prices for chartering a bus to get there.

and also:

researching a woman whose phone got cut off incorrectly two weeks ago.

and also:

listening to a conference call about upcoming promotions.

and also:

making a list of things i need to pick up from office depot.

and also:

driving home.

so now i'm here, sitting and talking to you and thinking about nothing in particular just meandering thoughts and following wherever they go, letting them fall across me and know i can only be whole, sitting here, talking to you.

good luck.



2002-12-02 | 11:01 p.m.
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