Monochromatic Outlook

Well, today my prob­lems are a lot less than they were a cou­ple days ago.

First: I have an apart­ment! I signed the rental agree­ment yes­ter­day, so now all I have to do is get my stuff into it. This is prov­ing to be more dif­fi­cult than I had first thought. The per­son who had agreed to take a cou­ple loads of stuff for­got some pre­vi­ous engage­ments today and won’t be able to move things until after dark tonight, and I … Read the rest

So last night I went to the gym, and what an amaz­ing dif­fer­ence some good (or bad) moti­va­tion can do! It was unbe­liev­able. For a while after Vik­ki and I split I would watch myself in the mir­ror telling myself I was build­ing the body SHE CAN’T HAVE. Which was great. It kept some fire in me and I made some pret­ty decent progress in a short while.

This tech­nique helped a lot of things. One of the rea­sons that Vik­ki … Read the rest

There’s this Sting song on Brand new Day called Fill her up which sounds kind of annoy­ing because Sting does this imi­ta­tion of an Amer­i­can accent, but it tells a sto­ry which real­ly res­onates with me.

It’s about a guy who works at a gas sta­tion in the mid­dle of nowhere and some city slick­er shows up in a fan­cy sports­car tak­ing his hot babe fiancee to Vegas to get mar­ried («yeah, that’s a real dia­mond»). The teller of the sto­ry … Read the rest

Some­thing about Macarthur Park sums up how I’ve been feel­ing late­ly. Who was the ass­hole that left the cake out in the rain? Dammit.

I had a dream last night that I went on a road trip with Ham­mer­head, and that we went «camp­ing» in strangers’ homes. We pulled in to their dri­ve­ways and snuck in to the homes of sub­ur­ban­ites and slept in their guest bed­rooms. Some­times our unwit­ting hosts would pass by the doors on their way to … Read the rest

Watch­ing the lit­tle pud­dles on the roof out­side Des­tiño’s win­dow rip­ple from the rain­drops com­ing down. Makes me want to find my grand­moth­er’s cake recipe, spend hours bak­ing a cake with sweet green icing, throw the recipe away and take the cake out­side and leave it near MacArthur BART.

But I don’t think that I could take it.… Read the rest

Love­ly mete­or show­er last night. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them so dra­mat­ic. Feel­ing very for­tu­nate to have bro­ken out of my depres­sion long enough to get out of the house and go on a lit­tle field trip.

Some­thing inter­est­ing hap­pened last night. I enjoyed the com­pa­ny of a love­ly young woman. I don’t want to make too much of this, because there’s not that much to tell, but some­times I come to a hall­way in my life where I … Read the rest

I must be in the grips of depres­sion, as I’m think­ing about the past.

In par­tic­u­lar, there’s an inci­dent from four years ago, pret­ty close to four years ago to the day. I bought tick­ets to the Rolling Stones show at the Oak­land Col­i­se­um, not because I care much about the Stones, but because I fig­ured that if I had tick­ets to a big pop­u­lar sta­di­um show that per­haps I could get a date. I don’t have any­thing against the Stones, … Read the rest

I’m kin­da depressed today.

I guess there’s noth­ing to be done about it or any­thing, but that’s kin­da lame. I don’t like it.

Oh well. Hope every­one else is doing better.… Read the rest

It’s a piece of advice that’s old­er than the hills, and yet still so easy to ignore. At least for me, it is.

I’ve been pay­ing atten­tion to how my envi­ron­ment affects my men­tal state and my atti­tude. My apart­men­t’s appear­ance has become crit­i­cal since I’ve start­ed spend­ing a much greater por­tion of my wak­ing hours here. Bit by bit, I’ve been try­ing to orga­nize and clean.

A friend offered me a tech­nique that’s helped: pick an area, and only clean that … Read the rest

I’m com­ing to terms with my apart­ment right now, and I hope this isn’t some phase. Basi­cal­ly, the place has been a dis­as­ter area ever since I moved in, and it’s still a mess now, but it’s start­ing to piss me off. I’m embar­rassed to bring peo­ple over to the apart­ment, and that’s no good.

This start­ed when I did laun­dry this past week­end. I made my bed with the fresh new sheets and then went to the gym with my … Read the rest